Today I went to my tri-decade dentist appointment. I have no reason for not getting the recommended bi-yearly or yearly check ups. I have better things to do. A tooth was bothering me a bit, so I went for a check up. Check up, haha.

It's a funny thing, these dental check ups. When I go to my family doctor for a check up, aka a physical, for the most part these check ups are fairly pain free. He listens here, you breath there, he squeezes that. No big deal.

The dental check up on the other hand. . .The dentistry field, with the exception of novocaine, the field of dentistry operates as if it is still 1775. While cardiologist are performing intricate heart surgery with tiny cameras, microscopic tools, and laser beams - the dental assistant is still stabbing your mouth with a cornucopia of sharp, archaic, metal tools.

I realize this topic has been covered by numerous people, but god damn man, I do not like being stabbed anywhere, let alone in the soft gummy area of my mouth.

I fell in love with the procedure of finding cavities. With a sharp metal tool in hand, the dentist, with a swift stabbing motion - BAAAAAM - he stabs the cavity in the heart. If the patient says, "Jesus!", it's not a cavity. If the patient cries, it is a cavity.

I have two cavities, my mouth hurts a lot more now than it had prior to my check up.

This entry was posted by Geoff, on Thursday, February 16, 2006. You can leave your response.