fun little fact about me: my mom is a dentist. She also does braces for children up to the age of 15 or 16. I was indifferent about getting braces when I was in elementary school. And looking back I'm glad she went to school for me because my teeth wouldn't be how it is today. I'm glad I wasn't insecure about my teeth though. I still smiled and showed them pearly whites.
My friend's sister from church has been wanting braces ever since I could remember.. she's a long time patient of my mom. she's so adorable. haha. on a sunday after church she sat in the dental chair and said, "I'm going to pretend I'm getting braces." and the time finally came! She doesn't have them yet but she's on her way. I'm happy for her. But her brothers aren't. haha.
SO just the other day when I was working in the front office, I hear a loud piercing cry. oh... my... goodness. I like kids and all but do they (especially boys) have to cry extremely loud when they sit in the darn dental chair? This is one of the reasons why I would not like to be a dentist. I don't think I would be able to handle squirming, screaming kids when working on their teeth. for goodness sakes it's not surgery. the dentist is just cleaning your teeth. I'm so glad I was a brave kid. I didn't squirm or cry or anything. I just closed my eyes though. haha. I'm just a little more sensitive nowadays.
I hear dentists have the highest suicide rate.
Man, how does my mom do it?
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