This Is Not a Drill
March 10th, 2010 | by Christopher | Published in Health and (Un) Safety

Not anymore.
You know, there are times that I question how much medical advancement I want in my life, especially as I get old. Ten extra miserable and diminished and painful years added to the end of your life are not necessarily a bonus. But this seems to me an unmitigated delight. You spend an hour in the chair when you’re 10 or 12, for a procedure that is (I can report firsthand) FAR less irritating than most dental work, and that’s it. My god! Can you imagine life without the prospect of the high-pitched drill, the smoky smell, the post-novocaine ache? Ever? One in which dentistry is solely the province of the elderly or the vain? Terrorism, shmerrorism: My son may actually have lucked into a good time to be born, after all.