Replicants are like any other machine; they're either a benefit or a hazard.
The NY Post ran an article today about our neck of the woods in Upstate NY. Literally, our little cottage is located just around the river bend in the picture that accompanies the article. Pretty cool and that is exactly what our area looks like this time of year.
At my bi-annual dental cleaning a few weeks ago, the new dentist in the practice, a nimble, young Dr. Lam did a great job going through my mouth. She decided that one of my back molars had a larger crevice then she normally likes and it had a small cavity just starting to form that would be better taken care of earlier rather than later.
I’m all into prevention and proactivity…well, not really, but for some reason, with my dental health I’m all about it so I told the diminutive Dr. Lam to schedule away.
Then, to lighten the levity of my impending drillin-n-fillin, Dr. Lam thought she’d be helpful but minimizing the severity of the procedure by offering, “…and it’s so minor, you probably don’t need anesthesia.”
What?
So I sat up quite quickly and gave the misguided Dr. Lam a little squint:
“Um…Hi. I’m just going to let you know that I’m TOTALLY going to need a LOT of anesthesia. I need anesthesia if you even want to put that dental pick in my mouth so before you even get close to me with a drill, I’m going to have be completely anesthetized. COMPLETELY. Really, no anesthesia isn’t even possible for me. Just so you know.”
So when I had the tooth done this weekend by one of the dental partners and NOT Dr. Lam, I regaled him and the assistant with the story of how I “wouldn’t probably even need anesthesia”. He just chuckled as he shoved that big chrome syringe into the back of my jaw and jiggled my cheek as if to make the junk that much more powerful. “Oh…that’s so cute. Hehehe…no anesthesia, right, right,” he chanted over me.
I so love my junk-wielding DDS.