When I was a kid, I was fascinated by dentists.
Each visit to the dentist got me excited, especially if it involved the extraction of any of my teeth. I wanted the dentist to pull them out, I didn't even mind the drill. I looked forward to the dentist so much that I went there regularly for check-ups and cleaning.
I asked the dentist about everything! Sitting in that huge chair, I asked what this was for, what that was used for, what this button did, why we had to gargle during cleaning. One thing I really liked was the fountain with the automatic tap, where you placed a disposable cup for mouth-rinsing. I pressed the button when she wasn't watching.
One particular period of Primary School, t'was just before the June holidays, I had a rather shaky tooth. You know those shaky teeth that feel they can fall out anytime but still refuse to fall out? I was impatient and wanted it extracted, so I visited the dentist.
Twice.
And twice, she told me to come back again soon. June holidays arrived and I didn't get to see the dentist, and my tooth FELL OUT by itself!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I was very, very sad.
I think I was a rather strange kid. I wonder if that nudged me in the direction of medicine?
Each visit to the dentist got me excited, especially if it involved the extraction of any of my teeth. I wanted the dentist to pull them out, I didn't even mind the drill. I looked forward to the dentist so much that I went there regularly for check-ups and cleaning.
I asked the dentist about everything! Sitting in that huge chair, I asked what this was for, what that was used for, what this button did, why we had to gargle during cleaning. One thing I really liked was the fountain with the automatic tap, where you placed a disposable cup for mouth-rinsing. I pressed the button when she wasn't watching.
One particular period of Primary School, t'was just before the June holidays, I had a rather shaky tooth. You know those shaky teeth that feel they can fall out anytime but still refuse to fall out? I was impatient and wanted it extracted, so I visited the dentist.
Twice.
And twice, she told me to come back again soon. June holidays arrived and I didn't get to see the dentist, and my tooth FELL OUT by itself!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I was very, very sad.
I think I was a rather strange kid. I wonder if that nudged me in the direction of medicine?
