The dentist was never really anywhere near the top of favorite people and I believe this is 'cause of my childhood. (We’ll get to my dentist appointment yesterday – the first one in six years – in a bit. Bear with me. You’ve got nothing better to do anyway.)
As the oldest of 13 kids money was always tight. My Mom had an arrangement with the local dentist – Dr. Lucadis – to see each and every one of us over two days each summer.
Mom was very adament about us brushing after every meal. She’d traipse all of us upstairs and stand watch as wee brushed our teeth. She really bought into the adage “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
She had very bad teeth. She was always getting cavities filled even though she brushed her teeth just as much as us kids. In order to save money, she would never take Novocaine! At the time it was an extra five bucks. She just grinned and bore the pain (if you’ll excuse the lame entendre).
One year, Dr. Lukadis told be I had a cavity. An appointment was made for the following week. I rode my bike their by myself since Mom was busy with the other kids. I went in the big wooden door and plopped myself down on the aromatic leather couch with the latest Jack and Jill.
I was lead to the back room, helped into the seat and had my bib affized by the nurse. She turned on the big light as the doctor came in the room.
He was a fairly young guy, but I was still afraid. He chatted as he prepared everything – checking the X-rays again, having me open and poking around. He told me it was a very small cavity.
He turned on the drill and went to work. This was my first cavity so I had no idea what to expect.
After a minute or two, he straightens up and turns off the drill.
He says, "OK. You have two choices. One, you can be a big boy. I need to drill a little more and it will hurt for about 3 seconds. You can save you mom a lot of money and we’ll be done quicker.
“Or you can take a shot. What’ll it be?”
“I’ll take the shot.”
“You such a thoughtful boy,” he said as he dove in and preceded to torture me with his medievil drill for half an hour! (I know it was only a second or two, but your adolesent mind blows these things up when you are an adult.)
God! The fucking pain! I went rigid and bolts of electrical pain ran from my mouth to my toes to my forehead! I was instantly bathed in sweat!
When he finished inflicting punishment on me he says, “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“No… Sir.?!”
He filled the hole, I went home. Mom saved a couple of bucks. I now hate dentists.
Segue to yesterday.
I’d been putting off seeing the dentists aboard since I reported to the ship in December of '98. Prior to that I was on recruiting and hadn’t seen a dentist for four years. The last time was when I check out of Sigonella as I was returning to the States (yes, the day before I fell in the toilet!)
So it’s been nearly six years since I set foot in a dentists office. But I went.
Realy good check up, too. A little plaque which they will clean off during a follow-up appointment next Wednesday. And a tiny cavity, which the dentist said he wasn’t gonna worry about now. He’l see if he can get to it closer to Christmas!
I was happy.
Some folks make a long story short. I guess this proves I can make a short story long.