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Originally posted by singpilot
My Dad was a dentist. When I was very young (like grammar school) when he finally came home from work, we usually got called to the dinner table. If there was something for dinner that he really liked, and there wasn't really enough to go around (he and I used to compete for the mashed potatoes), he would start the dinner conversation with... 'You should have seen this root canal abcess that came in today, geez, I had to cut clear down to the jawbone thru all the gristle and decay and then drill thru all the blood and yank out the broken little bone pieces and corpuscles.... '
Years later when he did my first root canal, I realized he wasn't kidding...
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Sounds like my old man to a tee. A periodontist. His favorite mealtime conversation involved puss, blood splattering his glasses when he hit a vein, people biting him, etc.
Or...
he'd bring home X-rays and a light box, and let my sister and I examine the negatives in which he'd say he'll probably drill down to puss or blood that would splatter his glasses once he hit a vein, etc.
It could have been worse...
I work with a woman whose dad was an insurance lawyer. He brought home photos of people who somehow stuck their limbs down garbage disposers, inside running car engines and wood chippers. The dual shotgun suicide to the head was a big hit. "Look at the jawbone coming out of the ear canal..."
Hmmm...pass the gravy.