National Dentist Day is observed on March 6th, where we should all say thank you for keeping our teeth in good shape.

Over the years I have had several dentists and the very first one was Mr. Mintz, who looked after our teeth as children. I wasn’t anxious or scared during my visits, even though I had fillings without my gum being numbed first. Maybe that set me up for not liking them in the future.

As a teenager, and in my early twenties, the practice I attended was near to where I worked. Both dentists were called Posyner and were father and son. The only two things I remember about that was how posh it was, and between visits one year I got married. I can recall sitting in the waiting room and not responding immediately to my new name.

Another one that sticks in my mind was when we lived in Manchester. I didn’t go to this one for very long because he made me feel very uncomfortable and not in the way you would think. While he was looking at my teeth, he came too close to my face. I could feel his breath on my face, and his nose was almost on my cheek. Maybe he was very short-sighted, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel right.

Then I had a dentist who owned practice, and he had done for many years. He was a lovely man with a friendly way about him and able to put you as ease immediately. When he injected me for a filling, I never felt the needle go in. That all changed when he retired. Lots of others came and went, but none were like him.

When I came to live in Anglesey, I liked the dentist, my first female one. She went up in my estimation when I was in such pain with an affected wisdom tooth. I got lots of sympathy from her, which was more than I was getting from my husband! It’s amazing what kind words can do to help. That resulted in a trip to the hospital to have the tooth removed. Unfortunately, she left and the last time I went I saw the owner who seemed okay. Except, of course, we are now in lockdown, and dentists are shut. I haven’t been for well over a year now. Everybody will be in the same boat, and I wonder what the effect it will have on our pearly whites.

I always used to take a book with me to read in the waiting room, something to take my mind off what was about to happen. So, I will recommend that last book I read and reviewed on my own blog. It’s a novella, so great for reading while you wait, or on that journey–that is when we are allowed to travel again!

Click on the image to take you to the review..

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