So nobody in their right mind likes going to the dentist. It’s always been funny to me how the dental assistant has deep conversations with you while they’re violently probing your mouth with sharp metal instruments. I kinda assumed that in dental school they are taught that they need to talk to patients to keep the focus off of what’s happening inside that open mouth. Anyway, every time I’ve gone to the dentist I’ve had that fun discourse where my answers to questions are limited to grunts, thumbs up signals, and tiny head nods . . . until last week. Here, verbatim, is the ENTIRE conversation with the dental assistant:
Me: “Hi there, how’s it going?”
(I sit down, she puts on the bib thing . . . and I keep sitting for several minutes waiting for something to happen)
Her: “Have you had any problems with your teeth?”
(Over the next 10 minutes or so she does her thing with sharp instruments and powerful scrapping sounds)
Her: “Is mint ok?”
(she then does the polish/floss thing and disappears . . . a few minutes later the dentist comes and actually speaks to me)
That’s the last I heard from my social-butterfly of a dental assistant. Oddest dental experience I’ve ever had.