Play a joke on your dentist
I was at my dentist's office yesterday getting 'fitted' for a partial crown. Which I always thought sounded regal, but is actually only in cost.
You know how when you are in the chair, mouth wide open, dentist's digits diligently denuding dentine despite demonstrations demanding demilitarisation (well, it WAS going well...)
And then they start talking to you, asking questions when you really can't talk. 'Ungh,' or 'Arghh,' you reply. They seem to understand you when you do this; perhaps they take professional development courses in speech therapy as well? Or maybe the truth is that they aren't really listening to you at all and just keep the one-sided conversation going no matter what noise you respond with.
Now my dentist is a wonderful guy. Probably the best dentist in Adelaide and I thank a good friend for the introduction. My dentist lectures overseas, he is up on the latest in all the neat dentist toys and techniques, and I, as a newly declared sculptor, love asking him questions about the tools of the trade. He always loses me when he starts talking about 'the crystalline structures' of this and that and 'when you remember back to your university chemistry classes...' (hah!) But the guy really knows what he is doing. And I like him. Otherwise how would I relax in the chair when he is grinding away, what sounds and feels like, part of my skull.
So knowing that I would be in the chair for about an hour, and that it is generally a boring/terrifying experience sitting there, I thought I would play a joke on my dentist by answering with nonsense sounds every time he asked me a question, just to see how he reacted. But wouldn't you know it, he was so pre-occupied in what he was doing that for the first half of the treatment he didn't ask me any questions at all while I couldn't talk, and for the second half of the treatment a new medical rep from South Africa was doing her sales call to him from behind me while he worked on my tooth. (That was funny!)
So I'll have to save my little joke for another time. Don't tell him though!
Once the dental dam was out of my mouth we did have an interesting conversation about glass blowing and sculpture, metal sculpture, and how some people are better at working in 3d than others. Is that why some people become painters and others become sculptors?
Have a nice day, as they say in the old country.
You know how when you are in the chair, mouth wide open, dentist's digits diligently denuding dentine despite demonstrations demanding demilitarisation (well, it WAS going well...)
And then they start talking to you, asking questions when you really can't talk. 'Ungh,' or 'Arghh,' you reply. They seem to understand you when you do this; perhaps they take professional development courses in speech therapy as well? Or maybe the truth is that they aren't really listening to you at all and just keep the one-sided conversation going no matter what noise you respond with.
Now my dentist is a wonderful guy. Probably the best dentist in Adelaide and I thank a good friend for the introduction. My dentist lectures overseas, he is up on the latest in all the neat dentist toys and techniques, and I, as a newly declared sculptor, love asking him questions about the tools of the trade. He always loses me when he starts talking about 'the crystalline structures' of this and that and 'when you remember back to your university chemistry classes...' (hah!) But the guy really knows what he is doing. And I like him. Otherwise how would I relax in the chair when he is grinding away, what sounds and feels like, part of my skull.
So knowing that I would be in the chair for about an hour, and that it is generally a boring/terrifying experience sitting there, I thought I would play a joke on my dentist by answering with nonsense sounds every time he asked me a question, just to see how he reacted. But wouldn't you know it, he was so pre-occupied in what he was doing that for the first half of the treatment he didn't ask me any questions at all while I couldn't talk, and for the second half of the treatment a new medical rep from South Africa was doing her sales call to him from behind me while he worked on my tooth. (That was funny!)
So I'll have to save my little joke for another time. Don't tell him though!
Once the dental dam was out of my mouth we did have an interesting conversation about glass blowing and sculpture, metal sculpture, and how some people are better at working in 3d than others. Is that why some people become painters and others become sculptors?
Have a nice day, as they say in the old country.
posted by Rick's Rambles at 6:00 am
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