D is for DENTIST

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I’m proud to be a part of a wonderful organization called the Writers of Kern. They are having a “Blog Challenge” and I’m participating. I’m writing my normal two blogs per week but challenging myself to be prompted by the alphabet. Hope you can read all twenty six from A-Z. For more good reading check out the Writers of Kern’s Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/groups/95572300558/


D is for DENTIST 

My current dentist was named “Dentist of the Year” but all he got was a little plaque.
When my dentist rides the roller coaster he always braces himself.
After my root canal I wasn’t happy with my dentist, but then he made a good impression.
I asked my dentist what to do about my yellow teeth and he said to wear a brown tie.

Okay,  I got that out of the way.

How do you feel about the Six Most Scariest Words in our language,
“The Dentist will see you know?”

Were you ever scared of dentists? Are you now?

My first dentist was scary. He was a big man, but his face was disproportionately large. His face was the size of a giant. At least that’s how my little-boy brain remembers. I scrunched my eyes closed as tight as possible so I wouldn’t have to look at his huge face. I also remember he had thick glasses that made his eyes the size of softballs.
Dentist 5

When I was in fourth grade we had a free day. One of those made-up Catholic Holy Day holidays. It was the day before I was to get the braces off my front teeth.

I had Bucky Beaver teeth. If I was as good looking as Michael Strahan, or as funny as David Letterman, I might have gotten through life with my split front two teeth.
No luck there.
So my parents had my giant-faced dentist stick a gold band around them to pull them together.

The gold band worked-— until that free day, the day before I was going to get the gold band removed. The gold braces, along with my two front teeth got removed on the playground when a baseball bat came flying into my mouth. My two front teeth were shattered and implanted up inside my gums.

Then I got to stare once again at my dentist’s huge face and eyes alongside another dentist with crooked teeth. The two of them did dental surgery on my mouth from 6 PM until midnight.

I wrote about it a few years back. The interesting thing about that post was I re-printed some of the letters from my 4th grade classmates. Our teacher-nun gave them a writing assignment to send a letter to me while I was home recuperating. If you have time, check them out. They are a hoot:  http://wp.me/p26z7T-cF



In the middle ages, all dentistry was done by your local barber. Now that’s efficiency. Hair and teeth at the same appointment.
Dentistry in Middle Ages

In those days, Guilds were formed for most professions and a Guild of Barbers was created to distinguish between dental surgeons and lay dentists. It seemed to work because around 1400 France declared that no lay-barbers could do dental surgery anymore. Only the Guilded guys.

Germany and France pioneered new dentistry techniques and book were written that transformed dentistry into a stand-alone profession.
Trained dentists started migrating to America and by 1760 America had its own native-born practicing dentists. By 1840 American had a dental school awarding a DDS degree (Doctor of Dental Surgery).
As Dentistry started growing, The Dental Practices Act was passed to allow states to have Dental Board exams. In 1859, 26 Dentist met and formed the American Dental Association (ADA) and in 1867 Harvard opened the first University affiliated Dental Program.


Inventions, like a spinning wheel to turn the drill faster. (Love that one)
Improvements to the industry have never stopped happening since the turn of the 20th century, like porcelain crowns in 1903, Novocain in 1905, and cast fillings in 1907.
A present day Dentist office is filled with hi-tech instruments, incredible digital-imaging equipment, intra-oral cameras (Probably was the idea for Go-Pro cameras), ultra-sonic scalers and advanced teeth-whitening chemicals.

Even with all these modern techniques, I still have a few friends who don’t go to dentists.
Dentist Cartoon1

Going to the dentist is a pleasure for me. I have a great dentist. His head is normal size, too.


Dentist Floss

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4 Responses to D is for DENTIST

  1. I hate the dentist. That’s all I can say. I really hate the dentist. lol

  2. heyannis says:

    When my younger daughter was 10, we lived three blocks from the dentist. She was just going for a cleaning. I dropped her off and went across the street to shop. As soon as she sat in the dentist’s chair, he did or said something that made her mad. She jumped up and ran home. No cell phones in those days, so I didn’t know this until I went back to pick her up. “Sorry, ma’am, your daughter already left.” I panicked then, but found her at home and calmed down. That was 36 years ago. She still dreads going to the dentist. xoA

  3. John says:

    What did the tooth say to the departing dentist?…Fill me in when you get back
    Love the dental jokes. I happen to be fascinated with dentists. They’ve got all the best toys. And when the glue something together in your mouth it usually stays glued.

  4. joanraymondwriting says:

    I’m not fond of dentists, but mine is nice and makes me laugh in the midst of my angst and fear. I’m the kind of person who asks a bazillion questions before each procedure … Me, “Surgical extraction? Can you explain that, like how it differs from a simple extraction…” Dentist, “You really don’t want to know.” Argggggggg.

    My favorite dentist is the one played by Steve Martin in “Little Shop of Horrors.” Bill Murray makes the perfect pain-loving patient. One of my favorite scenes in the whole movie.

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