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Written by Jill J. Gowland, Oakville, ON
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My dentist, Dr. Dave, shares his practice with a colleague, Dr. Johnson. I like going to my dentist because he has a great touch with the painkiller needle. But I must admit, I've never liked the sound of a dentist’s drill.
The high pitch whirring sound not only irritates hearing but always increases my anxiety about anticipated pain. Waiting for the painkiller to take effect doesn't help my sense of dread.
One day, I had to have an old filling repaired. I knew Dr. Dave would have to use a drill to remove the old chipped concrete, but it was an old and very big filling, so I was even more afraid that he’d have to drill very deep.
Sitting in the chair, face half-frozen, waiting for Dr. Dave to drill, we heard what sounded like a jackhammer pounding into pavement from somewhere in the building.
Without hesitation, Dr. Dave said: “That must be Dr. Johnson again, revving up his big drill. Aren’t you glad I have newer equipment?”
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