Thursday, March 16, 2006

Dentistry (and other ponderations)...

I just returned from the dentist. It was quite intriguing, what with the cleaning and all. I arrived in my usual confused state, oblivious to whatever procedure awaited. They escorted me to the reclining chair, and I sat. It wasn't extremely comfortable, but it worked (aside from spontaneously moving up and down at its own whim). Soon, there was the dentist-nurse-lady (do they call them nurses?) shoving the metal-scraper-thingy into my mouth, cleaning off all that wonderful tartar residue...but I'm sure you don't want the details. Not many people like hearing about the sound the scraper makes as the small needle-like apparatus scratches across your teeth, echoing inside your head.
Okay, I'll stop.

The coolest part of the dentalistic experience was the suction straw. I love those things. She gave it to me to clean out excess liquids from my mouth whenever I needed to. Just a flip of the lever and SHHHLLLLLOOOOOPPPPP! Saliva extraction completed. It's pretty nasty, I know, but MAN, those things are a blast! It made me feel like a dentist myself, because I flipped the suction-lever. I know how to flip the suction lever. I, the dentist, am naturally dentalistic (sadly, however, I do not believe "dentalistic" is an actual word. Oh well.).
Enough about dentistry. Time for random thoughts. The other day, I was watching my sister's dog. He's like a 5-year-old kid, my sister says. I'm inclined to agree. But what I was thinking was about how cool his tail is. His hair grows down on the underside of the tail, so it's all kind of one-sided making it look like a big plume (you know, like one of those feather pens that people like George Washington wrote their letters with). As I watched his funny tail, I wondered what it'd be like to have a tail like that of my own. Probably awkward, above all else. Hmm...
Have you ever thought about what piece of furniture you would be if you were a piece of furniture? I think I'd be a park bench. They get to reside in such peaceful places, play home to the homeless, provide seats for couples, and give the pigeons a reliable location to find the pigeon lady. Park benches must have such interesting lives.
Well, enough randomness. I'll leave you with one final thought: What's the point of getting up in the morning if you can't enjoy it? (But then, who said you can't?)

5 comments:

Rachael said...

Very intriguing ponderations my dear! It sounds as if you had an exciting trip to the dentist this morning though. I always like the suction thing at the dentist too except, it makes so much noise...crazy! Oh yes, and the dental assistants are called dental hygentits...just so you know.

Finally, I believe that I would be a beach chair. Now granted not very many people have these but if you think about it, they get to enjoy the beauty of the majestic sea every day. They get to hear the calming waves, bask in the glowing sun, and rest in the soft sand. Plus, they may even get to see either the sunrise or sunset all the time. I think it would be rather peaceful and comforting to be a beach chair.

Anonymous said...

Daniel,
A park bench is not a piece of furniture.

A Magic Bean Buyer said...

Well, I hate the dentist and all his tools but I am glad someone is there to clean my teeth when I need it.
I would be a wing chair-those are the big fluffy arm chairs you see in rich people's libraries set neatly in front of the blazing fire. They're "curl up and read" chairs.
And I think a park bench can be classified as furniture-outdoor furniture-but you didn't stipulate that it had to be indoors.

Anonymous said...

I think I'd want to be a dinner table. Then I would get to listen in on all the random and intimate conversations that would take place as people are sharing meals. Only, I would want to hear people reading books, too . . . The people would have to have a book club around me! That would be so cool!

BJ not BK said...

Why does the dentist numb your mouth only to ask you to spit? Come on man! You went to 4 years of medical school. Maybe the dentist gets some sort of evil pleasure out of watching patient after patient try and spit with a medicated lip, drooling all over themselves? I always liked getting a new toothbrush.

I think I would like to be either a hammock or a barber chair. Think of all of the great coverstations that go on in a babershop.