I went to the dentist Friday, and ever since I have tried to determine if my childhood dentist was the best dentist ever or a sadist of the Marathon Man variety.
I would generally opt for sadist, but he helped my brother through a sledding accident with his teeth, so ...
I grew curious because pretty much every dentist I have had since has kind of glided the pick over my teeth, maybe poking at key spots but nothing major.
Dentist #1 would roll up his sleeves and do his best to find a cavity. And it he found a tiny pit, he saw it as his duty to dig in it until it needed filling.
If he failed to widen it the first time, he also was not ashamed to try again, coming back to a tooth he regarded as questionable.
I guess it worked. I have had few cavities. But if not a sadist, a meanie.
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