Wednesday, March 30, 2011
My dentist the smooth talker...
My dentist is a kind man. I don't like going to the dentist (who does??) , but it's always better when your dentist is nice.
He speaks to me like a parent would speak to a frightened child.
It's very soothing.
And I know that he's doing it but I just go with the flow because, well, being at the dentist is just not nice.
So I tolerate his patience, his gentle whispers and his need to ask me if I'm alright every few minutes.
I've always been nervous before dentist visits. I try not to think about it because I'd rather endure a dentist visit than sit with a mouth full of decay... so what must be done, gets done but as I sit there in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to call out my name, I can feel my nervousness increase.
I've done all I can. I've brushed my teeth at least twice, probably three times that morning. I've flossed and made my breath as fresh as can be before the visit.
So I'm completely prepared but sitting there in the waiting room, feeling like I'm waiting for my name to be called for an execution, suddenly I can't swallow anymore.
I take a big swallow and it's not enough. I have to swallow again and by god, what if I have to swallow when I have my mouth open for the dentist?
How's that going to work out?
Will I choke on my own spit?
Has that ever happened? Has anyone ever drowned in their own saliva?
What if I have to cough?
Has tooth shrapnel ever got caught in someones throat?
I can't have my vocal chords damaged! should I tell the dentist?
So as you may now see, the dentist has every reason to treat me like a frightened child and I, like the good patient I am, take it.
And really I'm hardly stressing at all that I have another four visits or so to go as he has to do a complicated root canal.
Oh wait, I can't swallow again...
I bet he's looking forward to it just about as much as I am!
But he's a great dentist so if you need one recommended to you, let me know!