I love going to the dentist. Not because I’m a fan of their strawberry flavored tooth polish, or because the hygienist is very kind or because the dentist is a wonderful and intelligent woman; though all of those are nice and true points. I love going to the dentist because my teeth are great. An appointment at the dentist makes me feel how a person who falls in the “normal” size-range must feel at regular doctor check-ups.
My husband, on the other-hand, is not a fan of these same visits because he does not have great teeth. As such he hears much more in the form of chastisement than I ever do.
Our teeth-hygiene-habits are, believe it or not, pretty similar though, truth be told, Adam D does more for his teeth-care than I do. He flosses more regularly, he uses an electric toothbrush in an almost mind-numbingly methodical way twice a day, and he makes sure to floss if anything is stuck in his teeth.
Me? I brush quickly twice a day, floss very irregularly and only flossed everyday the week before my appointment and was told I’m doing everything “just right”. Does anyone see the discrepancy there? Adam does everything “right”; and yet his mouth generates more plaque on those little pearly whites and his gums are more sensitive so HE gets admonished and told to shape up. I, on the other hand, have a mouth less prone to fast plaque build-up and gums which only need a week of flossing to toughen-up enough to not bleed during the dental cleaning. Yet *I* am the one told I’m doing things “right”.
It is an interesting look into how those “in charge” don’t REALLY care if you’re doing things right or not; they care only for the results. Obviously, if those results are seen, then the patient is “doing it right”. This does both of us a dis-service honestly because I go on thinking that because my mouth is fine I can slack on my mouth-care; while poor Adam D wonders why all he does doesn’t produce the results he keeps getting told his actions should result in.
Talk about making me think about my own experiences with doctors, eh? How often can you be told that you are “obviously” not “doing it right” just because your shape and size don’t mesh with the proscribed bodies expected of those following the actions we are all told, over and over, will result in a Normal Body?
Just a bit of anecdote to provide some food for Monday Thought. What are your thoughts? Do you have any medical practitioners you love to see because you have the privilege of being thought of as fully compliant and “Normal”?