I got a tooth pulled today, a return to the origins of dentistry. It didn’t hurt, though now I look a bit more like a Halloween pumpkin.
I shared the story of a friend who years ago got a bad tooth pulled. As it came out, the hygienist exclaimed “Wow, it looks like ketchup and mustard!” Not a good example of soothing the patient.
My hygienist told me she would have said “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” But in the event, she didn’t.