998.When you have to get your teeth numbered
Like clockwork you go to get your semi-annual dentistry. As if the dentist isn’t already a carnival of teeth terror with the audible noises or drills, swishing, and suction to make you get that eerie spooked vibe.
So you get your teeth picked, scraped, mouth opened and twisted to every angle imaginable. You’re suctioned here and there and then you rinse with water. You get to the golden phase of the brilliant polishing only to hear.. “Oh sorry before we do that we have to update your records, we’re going to have to get your teeth renumbered.”
As you sit there waiting to get this dental charade over with you think, oh really the lottery – at this point in time? How is that applicable until they lean you back and tell you to open wide for a “probe depth” to measure the pockets between your gum line and teeth.
So as she sets up the machine she starts jabbing away: 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 3, 3…and as you sit there in anguish she has this befuddled look on her face. “Oh my the machine isn’t holding the readings it’s supposed to be voice sensored to record the numbers I call out. We’ll I’ll be right back and get some assistance. I guess we’ll have to go the old-fashioned way and hand input the numbers.”
As you sit there with the suction tube in mouth and the mouth mirror in hand you lay over to the side to look up the hallway waiting for the dental assistant’s return. Then what only is to occur as the drool begins to leak out of your mouth, but a mother with her 6-year-old son walking by slowly and starts to cry…
Now how awful is that?