There were those who wanted to make two liters of anesthesia for teeth cleaning.
There were the screamers, who approached a doctor as soon as the instrument to their lips, closed his eyes and attacked the siren AAAAaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAaHHHH and the doctor to soothe the soul-Look, I have not even mentioned. E Enno them-but it seemed to touch the sensitive spot near there with that thing that looks like a needle and I know it hurts .... Look-I'm holding only the mirror ...
S. There was the night watchman, a behemoth six feet tall and wide one, with uniform and gun ordinance, that when you called his name in the waiting room responded with tear-soaked eyes I can leave? and after he sat in the chair of the study pointed out that the only beautiful thing in there was the "fountain" (spittoon in scientific jargon for those in the industry) and then began to tremble and grimacing every 5 seconds, before even the doctor said, Open your mouth. There was
Mrs. G., the very complex case, which has fallen to undergo visits for more than a year and a half and now he was afraid even to drink water.
There was Mrs. D., who entered the study with suspicion, leaping to his own shadow and that opened the mouth of two millimeters, not one more, not one less. There was
Mr. P., 60 years and money, which needed to be reassured that the mirror was just a mirror and no, it would mortally wounded. There was
K., German stoic and patient from a life which, thanks to perfect hygiene should not submit to anything, except to the periodic inspections, ma ogni volta, prima di iniziare, faceva tre respiri profondi e apriva la bocca solo dopo aver recitato l'inizio del pater noster in krukko.
C'era la collega R., che, dopo aver rimandato anni, accettò di farsi fare un intarsio, sentendosi sottolineare dal dottore -Se dopo ti continua a far male bisogna devitalizzarlo, però. E quando continuava a sentire male diceva - Col cavolo che glielo vado a dire.
C'era la collega D., che dopo anni di lavoro accanto al dottore e dopo aver visto le peggiori situazioni, pur sapendo di dover fare solo una piccola otturazione, iniziava ad iperventilare e a stringersi la mano sul cuore, pregando che tutto finisse subito e in modo indolore, che guardandola pareva le stesse venendo a heart attack and look better if it was clear that the hoped-No, but I know that I do not mind, but the anesthesia takes a bit more 'to take, then I do not know the idea, the unknown, life and death, I do not know ...
And then there was no marmot packaged chocolate. But there was
Dr. House saying that if "Pain makes us make bad choices, fear of pain is even worse."
There were the screamers, who approached a doctor as soon as the instrument to their lips, closed his eyes and attacked the siren AAAAaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAaHHHH and the doctor to soothe the soul-Look, I have not even mentioned. E Enno them-but it seemed to touch the sensitive spot near there with that thing that looks like a needle and I know it hurts .... Look-I'm holding only the mirror ...
S. There was the night watchman, a behemoth six feet tall and wide one, with uniform and gun ordinance, that when you called his name in the waiting room responded with tear-soaked eyes I can leave? and after he sat in the chair of the study pointed out that the only beautiful thing in there was the "fountain" (spittoon in scientific jargon for those in the industry) and then began to tremble and grimacing every 5 seconds, before even the doctor said, Open your mouth. There was
Mrs. G., the very complex case, which has fallen to undergo visits for more than a year and a half and now he was afraid even to drink water.
There was Mrs. D., who entered the study with suspicion, leaping to his own shadow and that opened the mouth of two millimeters, not one more, not one less. There was
Mr. P., 60 years and money, which needed to be reassured that the mirror was just a mirror and no, it would mortally wounded. There was
K., German stoic and patient from a life which, thanks to perfect hygiene should not submit to anything, except to the periodic inspections, ma ogni volta, prima di iniziare, faceva tre respiri profondi e apriva la bocca solo dopo aver recitato l'inizio del pater noster in krukko.
C'era la collega R., che, dopo aver rimandato anni, accettò di farsi fare un intarsio, sentendosi sottolineare dal dottore -Se dopo ti continua a far male bisogna devitalizzarlo, però. E quando continuava a sentire male diceva - Col cavolo che glielo vado a dire.
C'era la collega D., che dopo anni di lavoro accanto al dottore e dopo aver visto le peggiori situazioni, pur sapendo di dover fare solo una piccola otturazione, iniziava ad iperventilare e a stringersi la mano sul cuore, pregando che tutto finisse subito e in modo indolore, che guardandola pareva le stesse venendo a heart attack and look better if it was clear that the hoped-No, but I know that I do not mind, but the anesthesia takes a bit more 'to take, then I do not know the idea, the unknown, life and death, I do not know ...
And then there was no marmot packaged chocolate. But there was
Dr. House saying that if "Pain makes us make bad choices, fear of pain is even worse."
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