JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Yesterday, I had my regular six month cleaning at the dentist's. It was actually longer than six months - the last time I was in was at the end of June, when I had to get the okay from my dentist to proceed with my end-of-July knee surgery.
As usual, they had another new piece of technology. The cleaning instrument - you know, the metal with the hook that the nice dental hygienist uses to dig away at your built up tartar while you regret your life choices - has changed! Now it's a super-fast, micro-vibrating "water cleaner" that barely seems to touch the surface of your teeth. It was pretty sweet.
It got me thinking about the enormous changes in dentistry and tooth care in my lifetime. The first dentist I remember, when I was about 13-14, was Dr. Del Debbio, who was also the first civilian medical professional I ever saw. Dr. DD had huge fingers with black hair on his knuckles, which he stuck into my mouth without any gloves whatsoever. Yuch! He filled my first cavity (I've been blessed with hard, bacteria-resistant teeth) and I nearly fainted away under the onslaught of the enormous drilling machine.
Contrast to my own children, who didn't have cavities because their pediatric dentist painted their toothies with some magical film. By the way, I'm pretty sure we didn't have pediatric dentists when I was a youth. I don't think Dr. Del Debbio even liked kids.
Then there was the x-ray torture, when every square inch of your body was draped in lead while you clenched pieces of cardboard and film awkwardly between your teeth. The technician went into a different room, which makes me wonder, now, if I was getting a perhaps unhealthy amount of radiation. Oh, well, it goes with all the lead I consumed, I guess. Now, the bits you clamp down on aren't much more comfortable, but it takes seconds and the images appear instantly on the technician's screen. Mirabile dictu!
Along with the technological improvements, I feel that dentists themselves are perhaps now graduate with some lectures on patient bedside manner. In my lifetime, I've heard, "Your daughter is a real Sarah Heartburn," (Dr. DD to my mother) "Julia, you drool like a Labrador," and "My God, your bones are like rocks! I thought I was going to have to stand on the armrests to wrestle them out!" That last was from the oral surgeon who removed my wisdom teeth in my late twenties.
There is one old tradition I'm a little sad to see go. Yes, if I managed to avoid screaming, Dr. Del Debbio would give me a lollipop. Got to keep those patients coming, after all!
How about you, dear readers? What dentistry improvements have you noticed? And have you had any memorable visits to your own version of Dr. DD?
















