My visit to the dentist

I went for my routine dental checkup last weekend. I realized I had a cavity while brushing and needed to get it checked. I called a dental centre to make a booking few days prior to the appointment. This was dental centre where they have different dentists working independently under one roof. Like a box of chocolates, you’ll never know who you’re gonna get. That’s the exciting part of it. Variety is always the spice of life.

I had an appointment with Dr Y. I thought the dentist was a she. When I walked into the treatment room, I was greeted by a young, well groomed man. Dr Y was a handsome fellow, and he was not a she! He had fair skin, neatly combed hair, clean shaven and was quite trendy in his formal wear. He made me feel comfortable unlike the ancient (but terrific) dentist whom I used to visit back in my hometown. He talked to me like how I would talk to my patients. He introduced himself and addressed me by name. He was polite, soft-spoken and had impeccable English.

He made me lie down on the dentist chair. Then he proceeded to examine my teeth and explained to me the procedure that was going to be done. Throughout the procedure, he was on top I meant above me and his face was so close to mine. It was so close like he was going to kiss me, but he had a mask on. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Okay, he was busy looking at my teeth while I was busy gazing into his lovely brown eyes. He had the look of deep concentration while doing his job and it was so sexy.

First, he made me lie on the horizontal chair. Then he asked me to open my mouth wide. He was already wielding his tool and informed me that he was going to do some drilling and filling. Things like this just come to mind:

Dashing dentist: Please open your mouth widely. I’m going to put my tools in there.

Little Dove: Please be gentle.

Dashing dentist: I will be drilling you.

Little Dove: Now? Right here? But…

Dashing dentist: (starts putting his tool into my oral cavity) Please raise your hand if you feel pain.

Little Dove: I’m ready. Use my mouth.

I think I have been reading too many Doc Paul’s Bedtime Stories. Actually I was only able to mumble an “mmm” for his dental tools were already inside my mouth…drilling. I guess raising my hands were the next best thing to screaming in pain as he might just drill into my flesh.

And yes, he was very gentle.