[ Chrome Is Good ]
[I haven't sent one of these
for a while. For those of you who've forgotten or for those I've added
in error, these Monday Missives are simply my way of keeping in contact
(since I work 3 days/week in Thirroul). Replies are more than welcome.
If you don't wanna be on this list then just tell me to wrack off]. And
so....
I've always had an abiding interest
in medical equipment.
This probably all started with
my first (remembered) doctor's appointment where the old codger crept up
on me, whipped out the stethoscope from behind his back and pushed it's
soothing coolness against my chest : I should have been frightened by the
perverse bugger's actions but, in fact, the reverse occurred. From this
moment on I just loved being examined, probed or healed by anything non-human
and, preferably, chromed. And this has continued throughout my life. I
always thought that I should have been a doctor or a dentist (although
looking into someone's possibly smelly mouth for hours at a time is not
my idea of fun).
The extremes of this 'love'
may be best shown by the following examples :
(1) when the dentist said to
me "I'm afraid that we'll have to give you root canal treatment" and showed
me the little files (which are stuck up into the nerve and moved rapidly
in and out to scrape away the already dead thing inside), I didn't say
"Oooooh Nooooo" but said instead (and I'm NOT lying here) "Ooooh that sounds
interesting"
(2) when the doctor told me
recently that I'd have to have a CAT scan I, once again, didn't say "Ooooo
Nooooo - am I dieing?" but said instead "My goodness, I've never had one
of them. Are they as interesting as they look?"
[ Chrome Is Good - The
Rebuttal]
3 weeks ago I sent around a
little Monday Missive entitled "Chrome is Good" in which I espoused my
love of all things medical including Root Canal Therapy (RCT).
You may remember it or you may
have chosen to blot it out of your minds... whatever.
Now, I've had to undertake some
good old RCT again this week ("yes, I know mum, I'll brush my teeth every
waking moment from now on") and, I'm sorry to say, that my love for this
particular piece of dental mystery has waned considerably. I still found
it quite fascinating - what with the dentist (a rather surly one, by the
way, who had his top 3 shirt buttons undone exposing a veritable raft of
white curly chest hair) filing away inside my rotten roots. But, on the
other hand, it really WAS rather painfull afterwards with the actual work
inflaming my rampant infection. Over all I'd have to say that it was some
of the most painfull pain I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Just thought I should keep the
records straight...
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