Today the man of the house has an appointment with a dental surgeon to look at removing an impacted molar. I just called him to check if he had all his paperwork and x-rays etc. No, I am not one of those crazy women that has to control him and keep and eye on his every move, I just know that he hates going to the dentist so much that any excuse will be dragged out in the hopes he can get out of having to attend. He really needs to go as the pain has been killing him and the delay between making the appointment and actually getting in the door make it feel even worse. A few weeks ago he was in so much pain he had the day off work and the moaning I had to endure was almost as painful for me as the tooth was for him. Now the time of the appointment has arrived there is no way I am going to let him off.
I found this article in my searches today (The Queenslander April 10, 1869) and I was interested in the state of the teeth of ‘constant reader’. Their state of mind also. Did they really need to write in to find out how to clean their teeth? What on earth were they doing to their teeth before to clean them if they were now seeking out a way that didn’t cause injury?! If it was an article written in the guise of a question by the newspaper itself to clue up the unwashed masses up in order to get them brushing I shudder to think what it would have been like to be standing in a crowd back in 1869, although, I think that dental hygiene would have been the last thing on a lot of minds back then.
I think that the fear we have of dentists now is a racial memory from times past. You know, those times when the dentist was also a barber and a vet and was in reality just a strong bloke that could get his pliers around a tooth and yank it before you had time to bite him.