On dentistry

I had a brief and unplanned visit to my dentist's office this morning, to repair my mouthguard which I broke while washing it.

I mentioned in that previous post that my dentist is by all accounts one of the best in the state, colleagues of his who have examined my teeth are impressed, even awed, by the quality of his work. His reputation allows him first choice of assistants and trainees: any dental hygienist of ambition would wish to work in his office, and he has used this to assemble an excellent staff.

There are a round dozen of them, all cheerful, competent, well trained, at ease in the job and with the patients. It's typical of them, for instance, that the assistant who was there to hold the syphon and pass the instruments, spotted that my first mouthguard was wrongly made and drew his atttention to it.

It is surely the purest of coincidences, a mere statistical anomaly, that they are also all very pretty young women, and that he is the only man.

I'm very glad that I am not a dentist, but I do envy him his working environment.