I have the day off today, yay! It is because I am going to the dentist though, boo 😦
When the Man of the House goes to the dentist for a bit of torture I try to find an article about some dental disaster to share with you. As it is my turn this time I thought I had better find something dentisty as well, sigh…
Fortunately the first thing that caught my eye was not a story of dental horror it was a boys amusing interpretation of why his snapper dinner in 1948 had a small yellow ball in it.
His father jokingly told him it was a lump of gold. This was later proved to be correct by a jeweller and naturally the boy expected that meant the gold had come from one of the fishes fillings.
I like the way that kid thinks 🙂
I also had to include this amusing article about a bit of horse dentistry in 1901 as well. I love the way they explain that the horse was treated ‘just like a human’, with the use of cocaine to deaden the nerves in the tooth before they were filled with either gold or silver. Crikey!
I wonder how popular this drug dealing dentist was with his patients?
Yes, I know that drugs we consider to be problems these days were used in the past as legitimate medicines, it just makes me glad we do things differently today.
It also makes me wonder what medications currently used will be considered inappropriate at some time in the future!
I did a post some time ago about a blacksmith who was also a part-time dentist. It has been quite popular which makes me wonder if people are looking for someone to verify their suspicions that their own dentist is in fact more at home in a forge wielding a large hammer than he is gently fixing their teeth.
I have been stirred to do another post in the same vein as I spent an afternoon at the dentist myself last week getting a filling. I have a pretty high pain threshold, but when that drill hits the nerve….owwwwww!…..
I was quite glad that the Wynyard blacksmith-dentist from this 1939 article who made his own forceps was a thing of the past. He didn’t use anaesthetic and I’m willing to bet that he didn’t know much about what we consider basic surgical hygiene either…
I had also taken needle-shy son number 2 for a check-up, an exercise that stretches my negotiation skills. When I read this article I could only imagine a world where boys willingly take themselves to the dentist to have a tooth extracted, if only it had cost me a mere shilling! (Pass on the spitting in the gutter on the way out though.)
Man of the house is off to the dental surgeon today. Wish me luck. Yeah, I know he is the one getting the work done, but I am the one who will have to suffer through the days of moaning and moaning and whining and moaning….
I was very kind to him last night and did a roast with all the trimmings for dinner. He loves a roast. When I said that it was a treat as it would be the last time he would be chewing for a while and that his dinner tomorrow night would be pureed leftover roast in tiny bowls, one of meat, one of potato, one of pumpkin etc, he was distinctly unimpressed.
This is a man who believes dinner has not been served unless it involves knives and chunks of the recently dead. Soup served for the evening meal, no matter how hearty, is invariably followed by the comment ‘that was beautiful, whats for dinner?’, then a rummage through the cupboards and fridge for something ‘proper’ to eat.
In order to torture him I have cruelly stocked up the fridge with gum-soothing yoghurt and the food processor will be waiting. (Insert evil laugh here).
The man of the house will soon have to revisit the dentist to have some molars removed. As you can imagine he is NOT looking forward to this and is dealing with it by pretending it is not going to actually happen. Ignore it and it may go away. I have collected a few articles of things that have gone wrong in the dental surgery in order to torture him with at the appropriate time.
This one made me laugh. (The Mercury 20th May 1953) What on earth was going on with this first guy that he just pulled a kids teeth without checking if the parents were around to pay! Very un-dentist-like!
The next lady was very unfortunate to wake up with an empty mouth, but at least she will never have to go back to the dentist again!
Yesterday I wrote that dentists were often also barbers and vets. I need to add blacksmith to that list. You would have to be pretty desperate to let this bloke near your mouth. I suppose that at least by taking two at a time you are only suffering for half the amount of time. Of course you are suffering twice as much, so it kind of cancels itself out, doesn’t it. This article was from The Queenslander on 28th June 1934 and although the article is damaged I can still get all of the details I need to tell me that I am very pleased current day dentists have substances to aid in the numbing of the mouth! I have noticed that many of the dentistry related articles I have found were published by the Queenslander. I wonder if they had a particular fascination with bad teeth in Queensland or was it that there were not many newsworthy happenings so they filled the paper with these tales of dental terror?
Once I found this one I started searching for more blacksmith dentists, and, I am sorry to say, there are a great deal of them.
Except for this guy, again in The Queenslander (8th Oct 1936), he clearly just liked pulling teeth.
When he was sober of course.
At least he washed his hands first.
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.
Hopefully the man of the house keeps his chompers to himself today. The bill for the dental necessities will be painful enough without being billed for the damages to the dentists fingers too!