[No laughing matter – cracked a molar, had to have pieces pulled and root
surgically removed and then got an infection in the gum. Tired of Lipton’s
Chicken Noodle soup. Pain is not all it is cracked up to be. But brought
on some drug-induced dental conversations.]
My dentist is abcessive-compulsive. But he’s always in touch with his inner
fillings.
I heard that he had a guru refuse Novacaine when he went to have a tooth
pulled because he wanted to transcend dental medication.
My dentist begged me to help him out. How? “Could you give out a few of
your loudest, most painful screams?”
So I did, but had to ask why. He replied, “There are so many people in the
waiting room right now and I don’t want to miss my 4 o’clock tee time.”
I mentioned that I noticed my teeth were getting yellow and asked for his
advice.
Wisely, he said, “Wear a brown shirt.”
So small talk was about over and I just clarified the cost of pulling a
tooth. He replied, “$180.00”
I about exploded. “$180 for just a few minutes work?”
He thought about it a minute then suggested, “I can extract it very slowly
if you like.”
As I left I joked with him that it must be tough spending all day with your
hands in someone’s mouth.
He said, “I just think of it as having my hands in their wallet.”
Ain’t goin’ back . . .
~~
Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus knows me, this I love”