Wrong! The routine quickly became difficult and I experienced two hours of what can only be described as medieval dentistry — with gloves.
As I reclined there, hands clasped tight, mouth pried unnaturally wide open, the young (key word) dentist experimented with tool after tool. (I was waiting for him to try a come-along!) And I kept imagining those old illustrations of medieval dentists. I've seen this kind of art in modern dental offices; it's supposed to be a humorous nod to how far we have come.
After Monday I would say we haven't come far. Because now I know that underneath all the equipment, all the whirring, spinning bells and whistles of modern dentistry, there is still just the dentist and the tooth. It's a contest of wills. In my case the dentist won. But just barely.
Johann Liss, Farmer at the Dentist, 1616-17 from Wikipedia