Doctors and Dentists
December 25th 2011 21:00
Photo by Mattes. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
One week, I had to get a blood test and see my dentist. For both appointments, I decided to bring a photo of a cat to look at. No, it was not Butterscotch. Instead, I brought one of my few decent shots of Gingersnap.
As usual, I hissed while I had my blood taken. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the Russian lady. She likes to look at my photos of Butterscotch and say, “Beautiful cat.” Instead, I got an Asian lady who tried to make the procedure as painless as possible but ignored my photo of Gingersnap.
But it was a different story at my dentist’s. “Have you brought your cat photos?” asked his assistant.
I shot back with, “Yes. Have you got the pink duck? (This was a reference to the soft toy she lent me on my last visit.)
She went looking but she couldn’t find it. “The boss must have taken him home,” she said. “He’s got a son who’s fifteen. He always takes the toys home for his son to play with. I don’t know why he does that. These toys are for our patients, not him. I’ll have to order another one.”
So I had to contend with holding my photo in front of my face so as to distract myself from all the instruments my dentist was sticking in my mouth. He is very understanding about my dental phobia.
“Dentists used to have the highest suicide rate. It was from the amount of patients who hate them,” he said.
“People pay us to cause pain and to make people hate us,” added his assistant. I couldn’t agree more.
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