You go in willingly.
The dentist welcomes you in with a 'you can trust me' look.
"Come in and sit down!"
The dentist says,
firmly,
but with a smile!
To some,
these places are the stuff of nightmares.
A tortcher chamber meets an operating theatre.
A dusty church organ played wildly by a mad scientist in a white coat,
chuckling to himself!
A nutter in a full "haz-mat suit".
The dentist.
A remover of pain.
A correcter of poor maintenance routines,
A solver of problems - all self inflicted.
A speaker of riddles,
"Upper right 2, occlusal 5",
"Upper Left 6 M.O.D. Composite"
A "motor mechanic for your mouth".
Filling your mouth with tools.
Whining drills - the dread for most.
Wailing screaming high powered jets of water,
spike-tipped prongs to scrape between teeth,
supposidly to remove calcium deposits - yeah right!
Clamps,
strange light pens that they have to shade from,
and small round mirrors on chrome sticks so as they can see all around your mouth and find the right spot to inflict the most pain!
All the tools in the room get put in there!
They fill your mouth so you can't talk,
can't swallow,
can't even breathe!
Then...
...all done Mr Thompson! Everythings fine. See you in 6 months!
"Oh!?"
