It was time for my 6 monthly dental check up.
I used to have a morbid fear of dentists until my 6 year old son asked me, way back (he’s 38 now) why his teeth were checked but mine weren’t.
Then my son called me a wimp.
Not sure who taught him that word.
But it worked.
I got straight on the phone and booked that appointment but that’s another story.
Watch this space for that post.
I’ve been going for my 6 monthly dental check ups ever since and I’m calm.
I speak to my dentist about golf, about yoga, about anything.
He’s a really smooth guy.
Charismatic, great sense of humour, you know what I mean.
My wife loves him.
I’m sure she eats sweets so she has more visits.
He shakes my hand when I enter his consulting room.
He is genuinely interested in how I am doing.
The examination is comprehensive but quick.
“You’ve taken my advice about using that electric toothbrush” he smiles.
I try to smile back with a mouth full of dental mirror and half of his hand.
After the consultation I gave him some advice about his nagging backache (I asked him how he was doing, of course!) and told him to try yoga.
In 6 months time I’ll check whether he has acted on my advice too 😎
I’d never thought, all those years back, that I’d look forward to an update with a dentist.
He’s that good…