Around the age of ten to twelve, I had a bad tooth. There was nothing more scary for a kid than going to a dentist. This means being hurt and hurt some more and then comes the big one. You know, where this bad man put his knee, on the center of your chest and someone else take a hold of you hands so you can’t hit the dentist.
This particular tooth was bad for a long time, but when you are young, the worst thing on earth that can happen, is going to a dentist. So I never said anything to anyone about it. When it got to hurting so much that I was running around screaming and couldn’t eat and was about to die. I told my mother about the bad tooth. Between my mother and Grandma, they tried everything to stop it from hurting. Nothing worked, not even some of Grand Dad’s whisky. The next morning, my Dad got a good hold one me, as we were going to a dentist. I never had a chance to run.
He knew a dentist in Deadwood, who had pulled all of his teeth a few years before and made dentures for him. The work was done in the Hospital in Deadwood. I can remember, that day when they piulled, he was to spend the night at the hospital. But around three am, he came walking in the door to our house on Terraville Ave. He had gotten dressed and sliped out of the hospital and walked from Deadwood to Lead.
(This dentist had pulled all of his teeth )"and he called him a friend?"
The dentist office was on Main street in Deadwood, across the street form the New York store, on the second, floor in front. He and Dad tried a number of things to get me to open my mouth, but they didn’t have a big enough crow bar. They ( Dad and the Dentist) went into the waiting room several times, to discuss what they were going to do next. Finally they said to me "let the dentist take another look at the tooth" and maybe it wouldn’t have to be pulled. Well that sounded good to me,
They were really fast this time, Dad got a hold on me and the dentist blocked my mouth open and had those big pliers on my tooth and the tooth just fell out. Blood was every where. I was screaming and the dentist packed my mouth full of something to stop my yelling and handed me a nickel. He wasn’t going to buy me off with only a nickel, it took two.
This particular tooth was bad for a long time, but when you are young, the worst thing on earth that can happen, is going to a dentist. So I never said anything to anyone about it. When it got to hurting so much that I was running around screaming and couldn’t eat and was about to die. I told my mother about the bad tooth. Between my mother and Grandma, they tried everything to stop it from hurting. Nothing worked, not even some of Grand Dad’s whisky. The next morning, my Dad got a good hold one me, as we were going to a dentist. I never had a chance to run.
He knew a dentist in Deadwood, who had pulled all of his teeth a few years before and made dentures for him. The work was done in the Hospital in Deadwood. I can remember, that day when they piulled, he was to spend the night at the hospital. But around three am, he came walking in the door to our house on Terraville Ave. He had gotten dressed and sliped out of the hospital and walked from Deadwood to Lead.
(This dentist had pulled all of his teeth )"and he called him a friend?"
The dentist office was on Main street in Deadwood, across the street form the New York store, on the second, floor in front. He and Dad tried a number of things to get me to open my mouth, but they didn’t have a big enough crow bar. They ( Dad and the Dentist) went into the waiting room several times, to discuss what they were going to do next. Finally they said to me "let the dentist take another look at the tooth" and maybe it wouldn’t have to be pulled. Well that sounded good to me,
They were really fast this time, Dad got a hold on me and the dentist blocked my mouth open and had those big pliers on my tooth and the tooth just fell out. Blood was every where. I was screaming and the dentist packed my mouth full of something to stop my yelling and handed me a nickel. He wasn’t going to buy me off with only a nickel, it took two.
I don’t think he charged Dad anything for pulling my tooth. After I was home for a few hours, all the kids in the neighbor hood came to visit me and watched me eat ice cream.
Dentist are still number one enemies of mine. Let yourself be warned, you can’t trust them If they are in the same city as you are, keep your eyes open! They all will charge you an arm and a leg to do any-thing in you mouth. You kids better start brushing your teeth six time a day and if you haven’t got any thing to do in between, brush them again.
Dentist are still number one enemies of mine. Let yourself be warned, you can’t trust them If they are in the same city as you are, keep your eyes open! They all will charge you an arm and a leg to do any-thing in you mouth. You kids better start brushing your teeth six time a day and if you haven’t got any thing to do in between, brush them again.
Ben R.
Feb, 4, 2010
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