Do We Have It Out For Dentists?

Not yet aware that all his lower teeth have been removed.
That moment before you discover that all your lower teeth have been removed.

A while ago a cheerleader at a Texas college posted a picture of herself with a rhino she’d shot. Interestingly, the rhino had much better-looking skin. There was some blowback, but nothing on the scale of what we saw with Cecil The Lion. The rhino-hunting cheerleader got lucky. Her life probably would’ve become cheerless and totally chaotic had Disney produced a hit movie called The Rhino King. But I think something bigger is at play here.

The guy who shot the lion is a dentist.

I think humans hold a subliminal, deeply-buried disdain for dentists. We dread going to the office and hearing “the bad news”, even though the neglect is our own and the dentist is the one keeping us from having to eat liquefied food through a straw. They are the ones trying to help us keep our teeth as healthy as possible, but at times, we can be the ones hindering this process. If you are someone who is afraid of going to the dentist or have not been in a while, maybe it is time to look into something like Dentist Fort Wayne (if you live in and around the Indiana area) in order to help you with any concerns you may have or any form of treatments you want doing. It is easier than you think. And once you keep attending all your appointments, you’ll get the results you’ve always wanted.

Do people really have it out for dentists? Such a theory needs supporting evidence. Here’s some from my own life:

Exhibit A:

When I was 18 I needed to have two teeth pulled. So I drove down to the Columbia Dental LV office. I was given gas to knock me out for the procedure. Afterwards, the dentist had me sit in his office until the effects of the anesthesia wore off. I left when I felt pretty good. So I got in my car and started to exit the parking lot. But I cut too wide on a turn and t-boned a parked car.

And who did that car belong to? Yup, my dentist. Nothing like that has ever happened between me and another medical professional, even the guy who botched my chest-hair transplant.

Exhibit B:

A few years ago in Portland, Oregon I went to a dentist. I hadn’t been to one in years and my teeth probably had more built-up residue than a meth lab. The dentist and I were new to each other, meeting for the first time. When she asked what I did for a living I smiled and said “I’m a professional floss tester.” Later I published a short essay about that encounter. It was light and upbeat with the dumbassery squarely placed on me. But one reader left me a vicious, nasty comment. She said her dad was a dentist and had to deal with unappreciative and disrespectful jerks all the time. There were lots of exclamation points at the end of the comment.

So, be good to your dentist. I’d conclude by saying I treat my current one with the utmost kindness. But I haven’t been to a dentist in years.

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6 thoughts on “Do We Have It Out For Dentists?”

  1. A gum-azing post Thomas! I do feel for those who tend our teeth! Sorry about this pun but I shot my arsenal of puns on other social media for this one. LOL

      1. I am a fan of the pun, and I greatly admire your phrasings about the cheerleader who would’ve become “cheerless” and the story that “struck a nerve.” Kudos.

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