So apparently the whole “dentists are at a greater risk of suicide than the general population” thing is probably not true. But I think we can all agree that dentistry, while a necessary and noble profession, can be hella depressing.
Not just because you would always see your patients when they’re anywhere from anxious to terrified. Not just because you spend your days poking around in people’s diseased mouths and drilling holes in parts of the human body.
No, it’s because you have to listen to goddamn elevator music ALL DAY.
Yes, I just got back from the dentist. My fillings and my tooth-evening-out went without incident and the charge was a little less than quoted, so awesome. But I wish they would go back to playing 80s music. Or Metallica. Or smooth jazz. Or anything, really, other than the Mix 99.9 clone they have the radio tuned to now. It was like having to watch Ghost Whisperer or something while hyperextending my jaw and having drills and lasers stuck into my mouth. It didn’t calm me, it made me feel like I was stuck in the den of some blandly sadistic psychopath.
And I was only there for about an hour! Imagine listening to The Eagles and Celine Dion and sentimental alt-country ballads ALL DAY.
Anyway. I suppose I am in the minority, and the music is chosen to be as inoffensive as possible. And dentists get to use all sorts of cool laser implements that look like something a Sontaran would control your mind with on classic Dr. Who. All professions have their ups and downs, I suppose. So other than the horrible background music I can highly recommend Dr. Kathryn Shields on Kingston Rd. If you live in the Beaches/East York area of Toronto and you need some long overdue dental work done, go to her.