I've been cheating on you with my dentist. And, unfortunately, it has not been pleasurable.
For the past two weeks, I've either been in the chair with my dentist, or thinking of him every second of the waking day.... cursing him out, as I wallowed in the pain he inflicted on me.
I've been needled, injected, drugged, numbed, drilled, impressioned, poked, scraped, bite-blocked, drilled, drilled, drilled, and drilled some more among other unmentionables. I've even been crowned.
...if only with the tiara I truly deserve...
And in the midst of my dentist administering such pain, and he knew he was killing me (my legs involuntarily kicking up out of the chair were a clear signal of my shooting pain), I just couldn't understand how someone could get turned on by the field of dentistry.
There's no reward in dentistry, is there?
People come in for cleaning. If all goes well, they leave with clean teeth, a travel sized tube of toothpaste, a small pack of dental floss, a new toothbrush, and if they are lucky, no bleeding gums.
That's the BEST case scenario.
Otherwise, we're leaving numb after having being tortured, well aware of the pain that is to come once the lidocaine wears off.
Dental patients are not happy coming or going. So, where's the reward in dentistry?
Dentists aren't privy to the gratefulness of patients after appointments. At least Orthodontists are able to share in the excitement of their patients when their orthodontia is finally removed and their beautiful teeth are revealed. But, basic dentistry? Nada. Nothing.
Why does one choose dentistry? How does one develop a passion for dentistry? I am perplexed. Confused. Can't understand it.
Obviously, I'm missing something. Can anyone out there explain it to me?