saint said:
Most peoples fears are from bad experiences at an early age, which then stays w/ them the rest of their life. It's nice to have a chance with kids to give them positive experiences so that it isn't as bad when they are adults. .
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saint
not to get off the subject of solving the American Health Care problem, but
After reading that, I was able to recall my first bad experience at a dentist.
I would have been about 8 and I was seeing our family dentist the one we used for years. The Dr was very businesslike and competant. He was friendly and professional. Everyone loved him. A pillar of the community.
Then one day I was getting a filling done.
He asked my mom if she wanted to stay in the room. She said no and left. There went my only hope of survival I thought. Now it was just me
and this dentist and the nurse who was sucking my mouth out continuously with that suction thing and making me spit into small little white bowls with swirling water.
I look over and see these instruments on the counter laying on a white towel. Sharp ones with hooks. There were many shapes and sizes for him to choose from. Big ones, little ones, what a selection.
My dentist, the one I trusted, picked up several
and couldn't seem to make up his mind. I was thinking no no no not that one. Not that one...
At some point in time, the silver filling would not go down into my tooth properly. So the dentist. My dentist, the one who had never hurt me.
Here he comes.
I had no novicane as it wasn't supposed to be
that big of a deal. Wasn't necessary he said to my mother.
I trusted him. My Aunts all went to this Dentist. My grandfather too. Everything would be ok and I would be outside playing with my friends in just a few minutes.
So he puts the mirror and the hook thing into my mouth, then he hooks the silver that was caught in the filling area, and puts a great deal of pressure on the tooth. Just then the tool with the hook on the end slipped off the silver filling and into my gum.
I think he said oopsy or something stupid.
Now I was a strong little shit at 8.
Oopsy. I thought as I sat there in shock. My Dentist had just stuck a barbed thing through my gum and all he could say was oopsy.
I jumped up out of that dentist chair, spun around
and kicked the dentist, my dentist, right in the groin. The nurse rushed out of the room and my mom ran in.
The Dentist, my dentist looked up at her, gasping.
I thought that the dentist, my dentist, was going to get up and strike my mom, so I jumped on him and bit his leg so hard it required stiches and a tetanus shot.
The police were called and I was taken away in handcuffs with bleeding gums.
Geezz I had stuffed that one way back there somewhere.
Thanks alot saint.