Defense Lawyers and Dentists

Two professions I have come to loathe. Defense lawyers just bother me because they work against most everything I will be doing for a living. They protect the child rapists, drug peddlers, and sexual predators, and barter to make these people serve only mere fractions of their sentences. Not only do they barter for their client, which is what their job is and I an can respect that, but they over look what their client did, and attack every other loophole they can find. Did the cop read them their rights? Was the stop valid and justified in the first place? The list goes on. I just can't imagine how the sleep at night.

But enough about them, let's talk about the other profession I can't stand - Dentists. Never once in my life have I had an enjoyable time at the dentist. These crazy people must have a screw loose to enjoy causing pain to others. This might just be the only legitimate, lawful way, to truly injure others.

I bring this up because yes, today I had a dental appointment, and I hated every moment. They tell me if I floss more, them jabbing a pointed metal, miniature spear in my gum won't hurt. They ask if I am comfortable. Please, I just love the sounds of scraping and grinding coming from INSIDE my head (that is just unnatural). Then they give me the wonderful news of cavities, far too many to count, and one needs to be fixed immediately. So what do they do? They schedule an appointment 6 months down the road to fix that "immediate" problem.

Here's my favorite part. Back when I was in 5th grade - yeah about the age of 10, I had a metal bracket/bar/spacer/piece of junk placed in my mouth. It connected my back top molar on one side, up and around the roof of my mouth to the molar on the other side. Well, my dentist back then retired after he placed that lovely ornament in my oral cavity. The next dentist couldn't seem to find my file so she didn't want to remove it. Next came my high school career and a different dentist, and the same story - didn't want to take it out until he was sure what it was there for. Well, come 13-14 years later, after having that piece of metal become one with my body, I asked to have it taken out. Before they did anything else, the dentist went in with a pair of pliers and yanked the son of a gun out in no more than 20 seconds. Several hours later, to go to the front desk to hear my damage, and I am told that they aren't sure if my insurance will pay for the removal of the bar and that it might cost me $70. SEVENTY BUCKS to take a pair of needle nose pliers and pull that stupid thing out. I would have done it myself if I wasn't concerned about the dang thing ripping out the teeth it was connected to.

So yeah, I don't like the dentist. Never have, and truly never will. I've had enough experiences with these cruel people to know I just don't like them. I don't have to like them. I say, if I ever get a call to go see a robbery at a dentists office, I will just let them know that the criminal was probably stealing something to sell to pay for his medical bill. If in the off chance he gets caught, he'll get a lawyer with nothing better to do than critique my investigation, and keep his client out of jail. The dentist will sue me, and win, and they'll get more money than what ever the value was of what was stolen, and we are back to square one - the defense lawyer will have done his job and gotten some sleep and the dentist will once again make money off of the pain of another.