I’ve been to the dentist today, it was quite a long appointment (I have high maintenance teeth) the dentist kept apologising for any discomfort, but there was no need, it was fine and dandy (and I’d chosen to get it all over in one go, he did offer me two appointments) Our NHS dentist and his staff are lovely, the surgery is modern and bright (my only frustration being I can’t join in the lively conversations, when I’ve a mouth full of dental implements).
For me anything has to better than the dentist I endured as a child, which to my memory was like visiting a torture chamber, with a dentist who had the chairside manner of an hangman. When I visited Quarry Bank Mill a few months ago there was on display, in one of the galleries, dedicated to the health of the mill workers (which was primitive, leeches and the like, but probably good for it’s time) a dentist chair, I stood and looked at it and thought OMG that looks just like the one I had to sit in as a child and have extractions… but I’m not that old! This is a museum piece I m looking after after all. I was greatly relived when another chap in the tour party, voiced thoughts in line with mine (thankfully he looked my sort of age, not an octogenarian) he too remembered chairs like this in the 1960’s
We didn’t have lights like this though, which are rather nice if you are not staring up at them in terror!