P.O. Box 98199
Washington, DC 20090-8199
My teeth and gums are still aching from my week of intense dental maintenance. I have clearly signed up for the wrong program.
One of my former Dentists showed movies on a TV screen to entertain patients waiting for their appointments. One day while I was waiting he was showing the film Marathon Man with Laurence Olivier and Dustin Hoffman. The scene they were showing was the one where Dustin is tied into a dentists chair and being tortured with dental instruments and then drilled without any painkiller. Not surprisingly my appointment did not go well.
Where are they located? I need treatment.
I attended a dental practice in Toronto where both the dentist & the nurse assigned to me were a pair of stunning beauties.
Sadly, they didn’t work the same procedure as in the video on me.
Sally Phillips, playing the dentist, is a born-again xtian.
And to think I used to fancy the pants off her.
See what you get for letting Trophy Wife pick your dentist?
My dentist has added a hygienist to her practice, and all of a sudden it’s become essential that I go to the hygienist between dentist’s checkups. I’m going to see another dentist for a second opinion.
Tongue-in-cheek humour with a nice clean bite to it.
You think you’re suffering! I’ve had orthodontic braces for most of the last year (I’m 49 for heaven’s sake!)but I’m getting them off next Tuesday in time for the convention. \O/ I’ve had to keep them stuffed up with wax the whole time to avoid slashing up my cheeks. Old age sucks.
PZ, sorry, I can’t give you much sympathy for needing a deep cleaning at your age. You’ve got gums. I had a receding gum line, and a couple teeth were being pushed (translated not rotated) out from the gums, threatening to expose the roots. So in my early twenties, on my own dime, I went to an orthodontist.
He sent me to a periodontist. I needed gum grafts. Where, you might ask, does the grafting material come from? The palate. That was the worst part, and the source of post-op bleeding.
The periodontist had said something like I might not want to do any strenuous activity that day. The cab driver on my way home asked me if I’d just gotten into a fight with Mike Tyson. A couple days later the extreme activity of proofing someone’s thesis caused me to spontaneously hemorrhage.
I got the braces. My teeth migrated pretty easily (not actually a good sign). Thirty years later I still have all my teeth, at least the roots (lots of fillings and crowns – I wish I’d had fluoridated water as a child).
I remember the wax, and the long list of foods I wasn’t supposed to eat. But somehow, without thinking about it, I learned to accommodate them, and was eating all that stuff (corn on the cob, pizza crust) I wasn’t supposed to.
btw, once I fell and smashed my face into a doorjam. The archwire kept one incisor from dislodging completely. Years later that tooth required a root canal, but it’s still (mostly) there.
Reverse the genders. Is it still funny?
Yeah, going to the dentist sucks, I wish there was some other way to…
Wait, I’m seeing an opportunity here to make a killing: homeopathic dentistry! Imagine no more painful, time-consuming preocedures, no more burshing twice a day, and especially no more root canals. I’ll just sell you some extra special, extra expensive water to gargle with, and you’ll be good to go. Interested, PZ?
Reverse the genders. Is it still funny?
Sod off ya humorless prude.
Doh! It’s precisely because it’s women on a guy that makes the scene humorous. You know, role reversal, that type of thing.
Does he mean the sexes?
Smack The Pony was a show written and performed by women, which was refreshing.
I hate to think what he would make of the Going for an English sketch by the cast of Goodness Gracious Me.
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