Dentists got kind of a bum rap for years. Hey, it wasn’t their fault that fillings and root canals and extractions partnered with discomfort and often downright pain as they were trying to do good for their patients’ choppers.
And years ago the tools of their trade didn’t help matters; nor did some of their workplace digs. I remember as a pre-teen going up a dark and dingy stairway in Minneapolis with my dad to a dental office that had a big black and uncomfortable chair; a white porcelain sink that would soon swirl with water and some blood from my gums; and a drill. Ah yes, the drill. I’m sure the office had other amenities, but all I recall was that chair and sink and, of course, the DRILL.
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