Our family dentist is a hoot. If I were to meet him somewhere outside of dentistry, I doubt I would guess that as his profession. I know that there are several hoops to jump through just to get IN to dental school, then one must get THROUGH it. The dentists I've known before, while friendly, have been rather serious types.
But our current dentist is Extrovert with capital "E", fast talking about nearly everything under the sun. A little over a year ago, he was giving me a crown. Just before he popped the thing into my head and sealed it there for all time eternal, he dropped it on the floor! Utilizing the 5-second rule, he quickly plopped it into some sort of solution and affirmed, "Don't worry, this stuff kills everything known to man, I'm surprised it's even legal!", in his characteristically entertaining way.
I've never had troubles with that crown. I guess there was nothing unknown to man on that procedure room floor.
I've gotten used to his goofiness and find it refreshing in a dentist, because he's also shown himself to be quite competent. I just have to listen carefully since he talks so fast and so much. Last summer, he was telling me about his reactions while watching the latest Batman movie and asking me about my shoes when, somewhere in the middle of all that, he recommended that Chaco get his wisdom teeth pulled very soon.
Oh... what? Dental stuff??
We didn't get around to the wisdom teeth extraction in time for the start of classes, so one of the "bucket list" items for winter break is to get 'er done . This morning, Chaco and I spent about an hour at the oral and maxillofacial place doing consultation and consent stuff.
As is usual, a portion of that time was spent just waiting. I decided the view out the window was nice so captured it here.
Find The Element?
I suppose the mountains were pretty too, burn scar and all.
I've never had my wisdom teeth removed. It seems to be nearly a rite of passage for the college-aged, but I'm keeping mine! I need all the wisdom I can get.