I went to the dentist
today yesterday. (I wanted to write this post yesterday so my visit to the dentist would have been today but now it’s tomorrow which is today so the dentist was yesterday. I think.) Anyway…
So I went to the dentist. I’ve never been a fan of going to the dentist (honestly, who is?) but I usually cope with it okay.
It shouldn’t have been an issue. It was just a standard ‘pick and polish’ visit and no follow up appointment was required. But it was. An issue, that is. I don’t know why.
As I lay there, feeling like a victim of the Marquis de Sade (except my dentist is a woman so it’s not a very apt metaphor – okay, so maybe like a victim of Annie Wilkes, then), I came to the conclusion that whatever tool your dentist thinks he or she is using in your mouth, in your head – well, in mine at least – it feels more like this:
What your dentist uses
What it feels like
By the way, that last one? According to the dental supply website I found it on, one of its features is “Preventing refluence doohickey”. Handy thing to have, that.
Postscript: The original image in that last one wasn’t working so I’ve had to replace it with a different one. Maybe its refluence doohickey was faulty.