Dentists....

My son is at the dentist right now, having a tooth pulled out. That brave kid who a few months back went through the torture of drilling and capping of his first cavity now has a tooth abscess from that said same tooth.

I was thinking today about where my entire phobic dislike of dentistry comes from, and I am pretty sure it is based in an incident when I was a child. I fell out of a car door, because I was sleeping against it, and ate curb. I don't remember much about he ensuing dentist's appointments, other than it being painful. (I was 5 years old.) Given a lifetime of other appointments with dental professionals, I have developed a full grown case of the wiggins at the mere thought of sitting in that chair, smelling the room, hearing the drill....

I just can't imagine why anyone would want to be a dentist. Not that it is a bad thing- I mean, it is a noble and much needed profession, to help others with their smiles, and be a doctor, I just can't imagine how it comes about in someone's life... who says to themselves, "I want to grow up and stick my fingers into other people's mouths for a living."? Nasty. All I can think of is Steve Martin in "Little Shop Of Horrors", having a talent for causing things pain.
I suppose I am short sighted ad narrow minded... maybe I am just that wigged out by the whole thing. Our friend who left here last year- she was a hygienist- and I asked her how she could stand it. Never really got much of an answer- she thought I was being funny. She also quit doing it in lieu of a bank job a few months later.

In any case, my big boy bounced out this morning with a smile on his face, promising to be a brave boy, like he was before, because the doctor was going to make him numb. I'll update later with his progress. I will more than likely be employed with making soothing soup for the afternoon. THAT is a job I can get into.