The Dental Hygenist Poem
phishgod
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The Dental Hygenist Poem
Are we having
a bad day?
Hellfire—I
do not
even know
your name:
the word
“BITCH”
comes to mind.
I had the
gall to
ask for
“the gas”,
which you
normally do
not administer,
and to
disrupt your
normal routine
by making
you move
to another
room today,
so you
proceeded to
inflict your
revenge on
my lips
and gums,
. . .and with
an attitude!
You shoved
gauze in
between my
lips and
gums like
old sox.
You pinched
and probed.
You jammed
a bite
block back
far enough
so I
could not
swallow. You
did everything
but put
your foot
on my
jaw for
leverage while
complaining that
I had
“stiff lips”.
As soon
as you
finished administering
your own
little tortures
of revenge,
you took
great pains
in scheduling
me with
some one
else the
next time
so you
would not
have your
daily routine
disrupted by
me again!
Florence
Nightingale
you ain’t!
The word
“BITCH”
comes to
mind, as
it did
several times
while I
was flying
afar on
that laughing
gas, as
you shoved
your instruments
around my
mouth with
all the
sensitivity of
a German
Shepherd performing
brain surgery.
Perhaps I
should have
said something
at the
time while
you were
busy extracting
your little
punishments for
demanding my
“patient’s prerogative.”
But I
did not—
I was
too busy
laughing: the
word
“BITCH”
kept coming
to mind!
Are we
having a
bad day
now?
Perhaps you
will have
a wonderful
day when
this is
published, and
you get
to read
your poem
in print!
The word
“BITCH”
keeps coming
to mind.
And even
editors of
very sophisticated
publishing houses
as well
as those
“off the
wall” little
‘zines ‘n’
journals and
magazines
have all
had some
similar experience
with some
insensitive medical
personnel—
or dental
hygienist—before.
And this
poet understands
the Universal
feeling they
(we) all
have about
people like
you: the
word “BITCH!”
comes to
mind ! ! !
Have a
nice day!
--May 17, 1994
@pth
Are we having
a bad day?
Hellfire—I
do not
even know
your name:
the word
“BITCH”
comes to mind.
I had the
gall to
ask for
“the gas”,
which you
normally do
not administer,
and to
disrupt your
normal routine
by making
you move
to another
room today,
so you
proceeded to
inflict your
revenge on
my lips
and gums,
. . .and with
an attitude!
You shoved
gauze in
between my
lips and
gums like
old sox.
You pinched
and probed.
You jammed
a bite
block back
far enough
so I
could not
swallow. You
did everything
but put
your foot
on my
jaw for
leverage while
complaining that
I had
“stiff lips”.
As soon
as you
finished administering
your own
little tortures
of revenge,
you took
great pains
in scheduling
me with
some one
else the
next time
so you
would not
have your
daily routine
disrupted by
me again!
Florence
Nightingale
you ain’t!
The word
“BITCH”
comes to
mind, as
it did
several times
while I
was flying
afar on
that laughing
gas, as
you shoved
your instruments
around my
mouth with
all the
sensitivity of
a German
Shepherd performing
brain surgery.
Perhaps I
should have
said something
at the
time while
you were
busy extracting
your little
punishments for
demanding my
“patient’s prerogative.”
But I
did not—
I was
too busy
laughing: the
word
“BITCH”
kept coming
to mind!
Are we
having a
bad day
now?
Perhaps you
will have
a wonderful
day when
this is
published, and
you get
to read
your poem
in print!
The word
“BITCH”
keeps coming
to mind.
And even
editors of
very sophisticated
publishing houses
as well
as those
“off the
wall” little
‘zines ‘n’
journals and
magazines
have all
had some
similar experience
with some
insensitive medical
personnel—
or dental
hygienist—before.
And this
poet understands
the Universal
feeling they
(we) all
have about
people like
you: the
word “BITCH!”
comes to
mind ! ! !
Have a
nice day!
--May 17, 1994
@pth
rockon,
phishgod
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Comments
Yessir! Very funny schtuff dere phishy!
I have to go to the dentist on Thursday! :eek:
But my dental hygenist is gentle, I like him.
In trying to think about the niche market for this one,
I am focusing in on places like "Prevention" and maybe some dental professional organizations' journals so it can be used as a training piece. Maybe ETF's wife can make some suggestions.
Actually, this was about a substitute for my regular hygenist, who was on vacation. When she came back to work I gave her a copy on my next visit. It turned out the substitute was the dentist's sister, filling in, and the entire regular office staff (except of course my dentist & his sister) agreed she was a bitch, and my hygenist circulated this on the sly at a staff meeting when the boss was gone.
So I have fun reading this one, & I hope you all enjoy!
phishgod
my dentist
Jim Carrol