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The truth about the profession of dentist

David Garnier is a 45-year-old “job-trotter”, after more than 25 years of experimenting with many trades, rubbing shoulders with others, he has decided to make you want to practice them. With a lot of humor, bad faith, but also observation, he offers in his book, “I will spit on your jobs”, a good lesson of humility to all those who practice trades said “good jobs” and who would feel a little too proud of them. Discover the truth about the dentist profession.

When one embarks on the medical path, one longs for many things.

1) First of all, you really feel invested with a mission of public good, and that’s the case. Depending on its specialty, it is possible to simply relieve various pains but it is also possible to simply save lives. A destiny !

2) Then, generally, one makes the pride of his entourage. Parents, family, friends, everyone is aware of the difficulty of integrating the medical profession. Studies are long, difficult, demanding. And our loved ones feel a certain pride to be around a person capable of so many sacrifices for the well-being of others.

This recognition is important, rewarding. And rightly so. We are loved, appreciated, admired even.

3) Finally, we think that this way is also a good way to have a good situation, to ensure a comfortable lifestyle and ensure his descendants what to claim a course at least as enviable as the our.

But getting involved in medicine is also risky. Risky because we are not sure of getting there. Risky also because we can certainly save lives, but a good little mistake on a table of operation or a diagnosis a little way and hop, we have a death on the conscience. And an entire family on the back. That of the deceased most often. Risky especially because we do not always choose his specialty and according to his ranking in the general competitions, we do not find a surgeon or cardiologist like that.

So we can imagine that the last of the class are in proctology or geriatrics.

The guy who, first out of his promotion, chooses proctology is to lock up direct or to watch very closely. Why?

1) First of all, because we will never save lives as a proctologist and that spending days relieving pain due to anarchic outbreaks of hemorrhoids is not a medical paradise. It is not for nothing that Georges Clooney in Emergencies or Dr. House are not proctologists.

Although it would certainly give an interesting relief to the episodes. Not sure that Dr. Mamour of Gray’s Anatomy would continue to unleash these delirious emotions in all the small interns if, every time they saw him in consultation, he was, armed with his Mapa gloves, in full inspection of assholes. It breaks well anyway the myth. Come on, close your eyes and imagine …

2) Then because it is unlikely that your entourage and your parents boast in society to have a proctologist son. Of course.

“What is your son?”

“He’s a cardiologist, and yours? “
“Uhhhh … he’s a doctor too!!!! “

3) And finally I’m not sure that this type of specialty is extremely rewarding. At the same time, we do not know anything about it. A guy who comes out of his Porsche with his suit at 5000 Euros did not necessarily change his license plate in “PROCTOS” to show off his success story related to anal digs.

There are some specialties in medicine that are not recommended, such as proctologist, and others that are highly rated and that allow you to meet the 3 criteria raised (as a reminder: to save lives, to arouse the pride of those around you, to gain life): cardiologist, oncologist, hematologist, ophthalmologist, obstetrician gynecologist, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, etc. … All these professions in front of which you can frequently hear: “He’s an eminent …”

Try it out:
“He’s a distinguished cardiologist”: it works
“He is an eminent proctologist”: it does not work.

It’s like that. Sad, unfair, but like that. And the dentist then?

But there is a profession in the medical sector that is difficult to locate. Because at the same time it fulfills the criteria, and at the same time it does not fill them. It’s the dentist.

“He’s an eminent dentist”: it works … average. But it goes, must play a little elbows, but it passes. And everything at the dentist is in between:

The dentist ( dentiste de garde nuit ) does not save lives, even if he can still save your life figuratively, if you really have rotten snags and redo the George Michael porcelain.

The dentist soothes pain, but for that he must go through the box “to hurt you, very badly”. The dentist is vaguely proud of his loved ones. The dentist can make a lot of money, but he can also earn a little money.

We do not like it because we know that it will hurt us, that it will put us in a position of total submission with open mouths preventing us from communicating. A position of submission certainly much more acceptable than that in the proctologist (no it is not an obsession, just … how to say … it’s still bizarre as a vocation!), But a position of submission anyway.

We do not like the dentist because it is scary (the proctologist is not afraid, we never say “I’m afraid to go to the proctologist”, we do not say it because we can have cavities we can talk about it, the rest, usually we keep it, and when we talk about it we are not afraid, it does not excite us more than that, but it’s not scary).

Some people are even panicking at the idea of ​​going to that dentist’s butcher. The man who deals with mouths is in this case a butcher.

Most of us are more afraid of going to see this specialist who wants us than good to spend a night in a Scottish mansion lost in the depths of the Highlands watching Amityville, the Exorcist, Friday the 13th, Arachnophobia, Zombie, Camping 3, Damien or Curse 2, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

This is an abnormal finding. But it is an indisputable fact. The dentist is unloved The poor. But he does not care because he believes that he acts for the good of people, out of love for his patients, and he is right.

And yet, take a look at the life of dentists. Because of the selfish band that you are, that we are, when we visit it, we think only of our little person and the little boos we are going to have. Not for a second we will inquire about his health, it is asked just one thing, always the same question of petty self-centered bourgeois and selfish that we are: “it will hurt? “.

Let’s look at him for two minutes, no more, two minutes in our life, let’s ask about his life. And so that all candidates in this profession know why becoming a dentist is not a viable solution for a pleasant life: Do we really know his dentist and his constraints?

The dentist must, to start his activity, go into debt enormously.

Do you know the price of these comfortable chairs, reclining at leisure like a luxury Everstyl, and equipped with a professional lamp that does not dazzle you and a battery of devices designed to tear you away, polish, clean, descale, rinse, to repair your teeth? At least 50,000 Euros!

And the price of all the material? And the price of a firm rather well placed? And the charges that weigh on a dentist? It’s amazing!

Poor dentist who unlike the psychiatrist who only needs a couch to exercise or proctologist who can very well cope with a box of gloves, a headlamp and a kitchen table (sorry, it must actually be of an obsession, I assume it), the dentist must be equipped, and trendy in addition to reassure his customers. It must have the software that recreates your mouth and allow you to see in 3D what he has done. He must also have a radiology station which in addition to exposing him to ultra-dangerous rays costs him a fortune.

Becoming a dentist is very expensive. But that’s not all.

Humanly the life of the dentist is terrible. The kids hate you. At the mere sight of your blouse, they start screaming to death and certainly want yours before the consultation begins. And when you go to look for the older ones in the waiting room, you can see in their eyes that fear that says “But … what? It’s mine? But why? Already? I will have to pay this torturer? Why? “.

And yet YOU, dentist, are the most to be pitied. Because it is you who will have to dig in this foul mouth badly brushed in which quarrel old quenottes and young caries, food deposits in phase of fossilization, purulent mouth infections and ill-treated mouth ulcers that make your paper mask a very weak rampart facing this total aggression.

But you take on yourself because as a doctor you have taken the oath of Hippocrates and you have a mission. But the worst is not there, humanly. Because finally, with the usual, a dirty mouth must do the same effect as a motor clogged for a mechanic.

No, what makes the beauty of the human and the relationship between men, which places us above the animal kingdom, is the exchange, the dialogue, the discovery of the other. And there is no profession in the world in which it is as impossible to discuss as a dentist … The proctologist for example, he can quite discuss with his patient while the auscultant.

Of course, we should not expect a casual discussion, but at least it is possible to obtain information on hobbies, passions, and the profession of his patients. If only by receiving back your trivial questions (those of a hairdresser pretty much: holidays, children, work …), onomatopoeic responses of the type: “Yes!” “No!” “Why not!” “Britain!” “Lawyer! “Rugby! »« 2 children »« yes, that’s it »… All right, it’s not very constructed as a dialogue. But if you do not understand this it is because you have never been in consultation with the proctologist. We do not develop at home, we limit ourselves to the minimum.

But it’s always better than this poor dentist who only hears: “Awaaaaa” “wemaaalal” “aaaaaise” “wégav? “Hon! Hon! ha the hoop !!! Hon !!! “

And when the dentist wants to push the discussion a little further and ask the same common questions as procto, then he has to deal with:

“Hi” “Hon” “ouhoua ha” “eutagn! “Ahoha” “Hugwy” “Heu hanhan” “woui heh ha” (see the patient’s answers from the proctologist above, this is your first dentist lesson, the language of dentists)

There is indeed enough to go crazy. What did he say when he got home from the dentist when his wife asked him how was his day? What can he tell? The proctologist can always say that he spent a day of … (NDLA: No, a certain notion of scale of values ​​forbids me to give in to the degrading facility of a rotten, vulgar, scatological and pitiful valve. you spare this bigardise and whip me even to have imagined).

I just want to be able to communicate with others, pity! But what does the dentist say?
He answers what when his wife asks him: “Say you saw my friend Alexandra today, she told me she had an appointment with you, she told you about our vacation plans? “

“Do I know me? How do you want me to know what she told me? She had her mouth wide open and moaned like a sheep slaughtered between two sentences which I could not extract a single word! How do you want me to know what she told me this slut? And what do everyone else, every day of my life tell me? And what those who will come to see me during the next 20 years, because when one is a dentist obviously can not retrain and change jobs, will tell me? My life is made of monologues of people whose language I do not speak! And that we are not taught in college! Oh yes I know how to cure decay and do a descaling, aaaaah yes I know how to do it! But then shit I have no right to dialogue me in my life? Even a factor who has been studying for six months has a social life during his office hours more developed than mine!

I see horrors, it stinks, 10 times a day I hear this foul and unbearable noise of gargle at the end of consultation and I see this red liquid dripping along the numbness of my patients’ mouths, oral symphony punctuated by a series of sputum and a look disgusted at my attention because pardon, yes sorry, I left a little enamel burst in the mouth by performing a facelift worthy of the oldest monuments or facelift Liz Taylor!

So your girlfriend Alexandra I fuck her, she goes off with her husband cunt and his toothless kids, I go on vacation alone at Club Med because Club Med we talk to people all the time and weirdly we understand everything they say!

And most importantly, you can believe me, I will never say that I am a dentist. And you know why I will never say that I’m a dentist?

Because otherwise, when a village badger will have a toothache, we will call me, but when there will be a real problem and it will treat someone, despite my 6 years of study, and ben never no one will trust me because I am only a dentist.

Even a proctologist would trust him to resuscitate someone! ”

“But why are you talking about a beloved proctologist?”

 “That’s right, why am I talking about a proctologist me? I am sorry, that escaped me, I do not know. It came like this. Come on, we forget that, let’s go to the table.”

If you want to be loved, if you want to love, if you want to flourish in your job, if you like the exchange, and if you have machined for 6 years on the school benches, do not be a dentist, there is better … I do not know me … proctologist for example. Or surgeon, is it better surgeon?

As in the previous article, we are going to continue with more insight about how it is to travel the path of a dentist in France. (Read part 1 first)

The truth about the profession of dentist

David Garnier is a 45-year-old “job-trotter”, after more than 25 years of experimenting with many trades, rubbing shoulders with others, he has decided to make you want to practice them. With a lot of humor, bad faith, but also observation, he offers in his book, “I will spit on your jobs”, a good lesson of humility to all those who practice trades said “good jobs” and who would feel a little too proud of them. Discover the truth about the dentist profession.

When one embarks on the medical path, one longs for many things.

1) First of all, you really feel invested with a mission of public good, and that’s the case. Depending on its specialty, it is possible to simply relieve various pains but it is also possible to simply save lives. A destiny !

2) Then, generally, one makes the pride of his entourage. Parents, family, friends, everyone is aware of the difficulty of integrating the medical profession. Studies are long, difficult, demanding. And our loved ones feel a certain pride to be around a person capable of so many sacrifices for the well-being of others.

This recognition is important, rewarding. And rightly so. We are loved, appreciated, admired even.

3) Finally, we think that this way is also a good way to have a good situation, to ensure a comfortable lifestyle and ensure his descendants what to claim a course at least as enviable as the our.

But getting involved in medicine is also risky. Risky because we are not sure of getting there. Risky also because we can certainly save lives, but a good little mistake on a table of operation or a diagnosis a little way and hop, we have a death on the conscience. And an entire family on the back. That of the deceased most often. Risky especially because we do not always choose his specialty and according to his ranking in the general competitions, we do not find a surgeon or cardiologist like that.

So we can imagine that the last of the class are in proctology or geriatrics.

The guy who, first out of his promotion, chooses proctology is to lock up direct or to watch very closely. Why?

1) First of all, because we will never save lives as a proctologist and that spending days relieving pain due to anarchic outbreaks of hemorrhoids is not a medical paradise. It is not for nothing that Georges Clooney in Emergencies or Dr. House are not proctologists.

Although it would certainly give an interesting relief to the episodes. Not sure that Dr. Mamour of Gray’s Anatomy would continue to unleash these delirious emotions in all the small interns if, every time they saw him in consultation, he was, armed with his Mapa gloves, in full inspection of assholes. It breaks well anyway the myth. Come on, close your eyes and imagine …

2) Then because it is unlikely that your entourage and your parents boast in society to have a proctologist son. Of course.

“What is your son?”

“He’s a cardiologist, and yours? “
“Uhhhh … he’s a doctor too!!!! “

3) And finally I’m not sure that this type of specialty is extremely rewarding. At the same time, we do not know anything about it. A guy who comes out of his Porsche with his suit at 5000 Euros did not necessarily change his license plate in “PROCTOS” to show off his success story related to anal digs.

There are some specialties in medicine that are not recommended, such as proctologist, and others that are highly rated and that allow you to meet the 3 criteria raised (as a reminder: to save lives, to arouse the pride of those around you, to gain life): cardiologist, oncologist, hematologist, ophthalmologist, obstetrician gynecologist, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, etc. … All these professions in front of which you can frequently hear: “He’s an eminent …”

Try it out:
“He’s a distinguished cardiologist”: it works
“He is an eminent proctologist”: it does not work.

It’s like that. Sad, unfair, but like that. And the dentist then?

But there is a profession in the medical sector that is difficult to locate. Because at the same time it fulfills the criteria, and at the same time it does not fill them. It’s the dentist.

“He’s an eminent dentist”: it works … average. But it goes, must play a little elbows, but it passes. And everything at the dentist is in between:

The dentist does not save lives, even if he can still save your life figuratively, if you really have rotten snags and redo the George Michael porcelain.

The dentist soothes pain, but for that he must go through the box “to hurt you, very badly”. The dentist is vaguely proud of his loved ones. The dentist can make a lot of money, but he can also earn a little money.

We do not like it because we know that it will hurt us, that it will put us in a position of total submission with open mouths preventing us from communicating. A position of submission certainly much more acceptable than that in the proctologist (no it is not an obsession, just … how to say … it’s still bizarre as a vocation!), But a position of submission anyway.

We do not like the dentist because it is scary (the proctologist is not afraid, we never say “I’m afraid to go to the proctologist”, we do not say it because we can have cavities we can talk about it, the rest, usually we keep it, and when we talk about it we are not afraid, it does not excite us more than that, but it’s not scary).

Some people are even panicking at the idea of ​​going to that dentist’s butcher. The man who deals with mouths is in this case a butcher.

Most of us are more afraid of going to see this specialist who wants us than good to spend a night in a Scottish mansion lost in the depths of the Highlands watching Amityville, the Exorcist, Friday the 13th, Arachnophobia, Zombie, Camping 3, Damien or Curse 2, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

This is an abnormal finding. But it is an indisputable fact. The dentist is unloved The poor. But he does not care because he believes that he acts for the good of people, out of love for his patients, and he is right.

And yet, take a look at the life of dentists. Because of the selfish band that you are, that we are, when we visit it, we think only of our little person and the little boos we are going to have. Not for a second we will inquire about his health, it is asked just one thing, always the same question of petty self-centered bourgeois and selfish that we are: “it will hurt? “.

Let’s look at him for two minutes, no more, two minutes in our life, let’s ask about his life. And so that all candidates in this profession know why becoming a dentist is not a viable solution for a pleasant life: Do we really know his dentist and his constraints?

The dentist must, to start his activity, go into debt enormously.

Do you know the price of these comfortable chairs, reclining at leisure like a luxury Everstyl, and equipped with a professional lamp that does not dazzle you and a battery of devices designed to tear you away, polish, clean, descale, rinse, to repair your teeth? At least 50,000 Euros!

And the price of all the material? And the price of a firm rather well placed? And the charges that weigh on a dentist? It’s amazing!

Poor dentist who unlike the psychiatrist who only needs a couch to exercise or proctologist who can very well cope with a box of gloves, a headlamp and a kitchen table (sorry, it must actually be of an obsession, I assume it), the dentist must be equipped, and trendy in addition to reassure his customers. It must have the software that recreates your mouth and allow you to see in 3D what he has done. He must also have a radiology station which in addition to exposing him to ultra-dangerous rays costs him a fortune.

Becoming a dentist is very expensive. But that’s not all.

Humanly the life of the dentist is terrible. The kids hate you. At the mere sight of your blouse, they start screaming to death and certainly want yours before the consultation begins. And when you go to look for the older ones in the waiting room, you can see in their eyes that fear that says “But … what? It’s mine? But why? Already? I will have to pay this torturer? Why? “.

And yet YOU, dentist, are the most to be pitied. Because it is you who will have to dig in this foul mouth badly brushed in which quarrel old quenottes and young caries, food deposits in phase of fossilization, purulent mouth infections and ill-treated mouth ulcers that make your paper mask a very weak rampart facing this total aggression.

But you take on yourself because as a doctor you have taken the oath of Hippocrates and you have a mission. But the worst is not there, humanly. Because finally, with the usual, a dirty mouth must do the same effect as a motor clogged for a mechanic.

No, what makes the beauty of the human and the relationship between men, which places us above the animal kingdom, is the exchange, the dialogue, the discovery of the other. And there is no profession in the world in which it is as impossible to discuss as a dentist … The proctologist for example, he can quite discuss with his patient while the auscultant.

Of course, we should not expect a casual discussion, but at least it is possible to obtain information on hobbies, passions, and the profession of his patients. If only by receiving back your trivial questions (those of a hairdresser pretty much: holidays, children, work …), onomatopoeic responses of the type: “Yes!” “No!” “Why not!” “Britain!” “Lawyer! “Rugby! »« 2 children »« yes, that’s it »… All right, it’s not very constructed as a dialogue. But if you do not understand this it is because you have never been in consultation with the proctologist. We do not develop at home, we limit ourselves to the minimum.

But it’s always better than this poor dentist who only hears: “Awaaaaa” “wemaaalal” “aaaaaise” “wégav? “Hon! Hon! ha the hoop !!! Hon !!! “

And when the dentist wants to push the discussion a little further and ask the same common questions as procto, then he has to deal with:

“Hi” “Hon” “ouhoua ha” “eutagn! “Ahoha” “Hugwy” “Heu hanhan” “woui heh ha” (see the patient’s answers from the proctologist above, this is your first dentist lesson, the language of dentists)

There is indeed enough to go crazy. What did he say when he got home from the dentist when his wife asked him how was his day? What can he tell? The proctologist can always say that he spent a day of … (NDLA: No, a certain notion of scale of values ​​forbids me to give in to the degrading facility of a rotten, vulgar, scatological and pitiful valve. you spare this bigardise and whip me even to have imagined).

I just want to be able to communicate with others, pity! But what does the dentist say?
He answers what when his wife asks him: “Say you saw my friend Alexandra today, she told me she had an appointment with you, she told you about our vacation plans? “

“Do I know me? How do you want me to know what she told me? She had her mouth wide open and moaned like a sheep slaughtered between two sentences which I could not extract a single word! How do you want me to know what she told me this slut? And what do everyone else, every day of my life tell me? And what those who will come to see me during the next 20 years, because when one is a dentist obviously can not retrain and change jobs, will tell me? My life is made of monologues of people whose language I do not speak! And that we are not taught in college! Oh yes I know how to cure decay and do a descaling, aaaaah yes I know how to do it! But then shit I have no right to dialogue me in my life? Even a factor who has been studying for six months has a social life during his office hours more developed than mine!

I see horrors, it stinks, 10 times a day I hear this foul and unbearable noise of gargle at the end of consultation and I see this red liquid dripping along the numbness of my patients’ mouths, oral symphony punctuated by a series of sputum and a look disgusted at my attention because pardon, yes sorry, I left a little enamel burst in the mouth by performing a facelift worthy of the oldest monuments or facelift Liz Taylor!

So your girlfriend Alexandra I fuck her, she goes off with her husband cunt and his toothless kids, I go on vacation alone at Club Med because Club Med we talk to people all the time and weirdly we understand everything they say!

And most importantly, you can believe me, I will never say that I am a dentist. And you know why I will never say that I’m a dentist?

Because otherwise, when a village badger will have a toothache, we will call me, but when there will be a real problem and it will treat someone, despite my 6 years of study, and ben never no one will trust me because I am only a dentist.

Even a proctologist would trust him to resuscitate someone! ”

“But why are you talking about a beloved proctologist?”

 “That’s right, why am I talking about a proctologist me? I am sorry, that escaped me, I do not know. It came like this. Come on, we forget that, let’s go to the table.”

If you want to be loved, if you want to love, if you want to flourish in your job, if you like the exchange, and if you have machined for 6 years on the school benches, do not be a dentist, there is better … I do not know me … proctologist for example. Or surgeon, is it better surgeon?

As in the previous article, we are going to continue with more insight about how it is to travel the path of a dentist in France. (Read part 1 first)

The truth about the profession of dentist

David Garnier is a 45-year-old “job-trotter”, after more than 25 years of experimenting with many trades, rubbing shoulders with others, he has decided to make you want to practice them. With a lot of humor, bad faith, but also observation, he offers in his book, “I will spit on your jobs”, a good lesson of humility to all those who practice trades said “good jobs” and who would feel a little too proud of them. Discover the truth about the dentist profession.

When one embarks on the medical path, one longs for many things.

1) First of all, you really feel invested with a mission of public good, and that’s the case. Depending on its specialty, it is possible to simply relieve various pains but it is also possible to simply save lives. A destiny !

2) Then, generally, one makes the pride of his entourage. Parents, family, friends, everyone is aware of the difficulty of integrating the medical profession. Studies are long, difficult, demanding. And our loved ones feel a certain pride to be around a person capable of so many sacrifices for the well-being of others.

This recognition is important, rewarding. And rightly so. We are loved, appreciated, admired even.

3) Finally, we think that this way is also a good way to have a good situation, to ensure a comfortable lifestyle and ensure his descendants what to claim a course at least as enviable as the our.

But getting involved in medicine is also risky. Risky because we are not sure of getting there. Risky also because we can certainly save lives, but a good little mistake on a table of operation or a diagnosis a little way and hop, we have a death on the conscience. And an entire family on the back. That of the deceased most often. Risky especially because we do not always choose his specialty and according to his ranking in the general competitions, we do not find a surgeon or cardiologist like that.

So we can imagine that the last of the class are in proctology or geriatrics.

The guy who, first out of his promotion, chooses proctology is to lock up direct or to watch very closely. Why?

1) First of all, because we will never save lives as a proctologist and that spending days relieving pain due to anarchic outbreaks of hemorrhoids is not a medical paradise. It is not for nothing that Georges Clooney in Emergencies or Dr. House are not proctologists.

Although it would certainly give an interesting relief to the episodes. Not sure that Dr. Mamour of Gray’s Anatomy would continue to unleash these delirious emotions in all the small interns if, every time they saw him in consultation, he was, armed with his Mapa gloves, in full inspection of assholes. It breaks well anyway the myth. Come on, close your eyes and imagine …

2) Then because it is unlikely that your entourage and your parents boast in society to have a proctologist son. Of course.

“What is your son?”

“He’s a cardiologist, and yours? “
“Uhhhh … he’s a doctor too!!!! “

3) And finally I’m not sure that this type of specialty is extremely rewarding. At the same time, we do not know anything about it. A guy who comes out of his Porsche with his suit at 5000 Euros did not necessarily change his license plate in “PROCTOS” to show off his success story related to anal digs.

There are some specialties in medicine that are not recommended, such as proctologist, and others that are highly rated and that allow you to meet the 3 criteria raised (as a reminder: to save lives, to arouse the pride of those around you, to gain life): cardiologist, oncologist, hematologist, ophthalmologist, obstetrician gynecologist, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, etc. … All these professions in front of which you can frequently hear: “He’s an eminent …”

Try it out:
“He’s a distinguished cardiologist”: it works
“He is an eminent proctologist”: it does not work.

It’s like that. Sad, unfair, but like that. And the dentist then?

But there is a profession in the medical sector that is difficult to locate. Because at the same time it fulfills the criteria, and at the same time it does not fill them. It’s the dentist.

“He’s an eminent dentist”: it works … average. But it goes, must play a little elbows, but it passes. And everything at the dentist is in between:

The dentist does not save lives, even if he can still save your life figuratively, if you really have rotten snags and redo the George Michael porcelain.

The dentist soothes pain, but for that he must go through the box “to hurt you, very badly”. The dentist is vaguely proud of his loved ones. The dentist can make a lot of money, but he can also earn a little money.

We do not like it because we know that it will hurt us, that it will put us in a position of total submission with open mouths preventing us from communicating. A position of submission certainly much more acceptable than that in the proctologist (no it is not an obsession, just … how to say … it’s still bizarre as a vocation!), But a position of submission anyway.

We do not like the dentist because it is scary (the proctologist is not afraid, we never say “I’m afraid to go to the proctologist”, we do not say it because we can have cavities we can talk about it, the rest, usually we keep it, and when we talk about it we are not afraid, it does not excite us more than that, but it’s not scary).

Some people are even panicking at the idea of ​​going to that dentist’s butcher. The man who deals with mouths is in this case a butcher.

Most of us are more afraid of going to see this specialist who wants us than good to spend a night in a Scottish mansion lost in the depths of the Highlands watching Amityville, the Exorcist, Friday the 13th, Arachnophobia, Zombie, Camping 3, Damien or Curse 2, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

This is an abnormal finding. But it is an indisputable fact. The dentist is unloved The poor. But he does not care because he believes that he acts for the good of people, out of love for his patients, and he is right.

And yet, take a look at the life of dentists. Because of the selfish band that you are, that we are, when we visit it, we think only of our little person and the little boos we are going to have. Not for a second we will inquire about his health, it is asked just one thing, always the same question of petty self-centered bourgeois and selfish that we are: “it will hurt? “.

Let’s look at him for two minutes, no more, two minutes in our life, let’s ask about his life. And so that all candidates in this profession know why becoming a dentist is not a viable solution for a pleasant life: Do we really know his dentist and his constraints?

The dentist must, to start his activity, go into debt enormously.

Do you know the price of these comfortable chairs, reclining at leisure like a luxury Everstyl, and equipped with a professional lamp that does not dazzle you and a battery of devices designed to tear you away, polish, clean, descale, rinse, to repair your teeth? At least 50,000 Euros!

And the price of all the material? And the price of a firm rather well placed? And the charges that weigh on a dentist? It’s amazing!

Poor dentist who unlike the psychiatrist who only needs a couch to exercise or proctologist who can very well cope with a box of gloves, a headlamp and a kitchen table (sorry, it must actually be of an obsession, I assume it), the dentist must be equipped, and trendy in addition to reassure his customers. It must have the software that recreates your mouth and allow you to see in 3D what he has done. He must also have a radiology station which in addition to exposing him to ultra-dangerous rays costs him a fortune.

Becoming a dentist is very expensive. But that’s not all.

Humanly the life of the dentist is terrible. The kids hate you. At the mere sight of your blouse, they start screaming to death and certainly want yours before the consultation begins. And when you go to look for the older ones in the waiting room, you can see in their eyes that fear that says “But … what? It’s mine? But why? Already? I will have to pay this torturer? Why? “.

And yet YOU, dentist, are the most to be pitied. Because it is you who will have to dig in this foul mouth badly brushed in which quarrel old quenottes and young caries, food deposits in phase of fossilization, purulent mouth infections and ill-treated mouth ulcers that make your paper mask a very weak rampart facing this total aggression.

But you take on yourself because as a doctor you have taken the oath of Hippocrates and you have a mission. But the worst is not there, humanly. Because finally, with the usual, a dirty mouth must do the same effect as a motor clogged for a mechanic.

No, what makes the beauty of the human and the relationship between men, which places us above the animal kingdom, is the exchange, the dialogue, the discovery of the other. And there is no profession in the world in which it is as impossible to discuss as a dentist … The proctologist for example, he can quite discuss with his patient while the auscultant.

Of course, we should not expect a casual discussion, but at least it is possible to obtain information on hobbies, passions, and the profession of his patients. If only by receiving back your trivial questions (those of a hairdresser pretty much: holidays, children, work …), onomatopoeic responses of the type: “Yes!” “No!” “Why not!” “Britain!” “Lawyer! “Rugby! »« 2 children »« yes, that’s it »… All right, it’s not very constructed as a dialogue. But if you do not understand this it is because you have never been in consultation with the proctologist. We do not develop at home, we limit ourselves to the minimum.

But it’s always better than this poor dentist who only hears: “Awaaaaa” “wemaaalal” “aaaaaise” “wégav? “Hon! Hon! ha the hoop !!! Hon !!! “

And when the dentist wants to push the discussion a little further and ask the same common questions as procto, then he has to deal with:

“Hi” “Hon” “ouhoua ha” “eutagn! “Ahoha” “Hugwy” “Heu hanhan” “woui heh ha” (see the patient’s answers from the proctologist above, this is your first dentist lesson, the language of dentists)

There is indeed enough to go crazy. What did he say when he got home from the dentist when his wife asked him how was his day? What can he tell? The proctologist can always say that he spent a day of … (NDLA: No, a certain notion of scale of values ​​forbids me to give in to the degrading facility of a rotten, vulgar, scatological and pitiful valve. you spare this bigardise and whip me even to have imagined).

I just want to be able to communicate with others, pity! But what does the dentist say?
He answers what when his wife asks him: “Say you saw my friend Alexandra today, she told me she had an appointment with you, she told you about our vacation plans? “

“Do I know me? How do you want me to know what she told me? She had her mouth wide open and moaned like a sheep slaughtered between two sentences which I could not extract a single word! How do you want me to know what she told me this slut? And what do everyone else, every day of my life tell me? And what those who will come to see me during the next 20 years, because when one is a dentist obviously can not retrain and change jobs, will tell me? My life is made of monologues of people whose language I do not speak! And that we are not taught in college! Oh yes I know how to cure decay and do a descaling, aaaaah yes I know how to do it! But then shit I have no right to dialogue me in my life? Even a factor who has been studying for six months has a social life during his office hours more developed than mine!

I see horrors, it stinks, 10 times a day I hear this foul and unbearable noise of gargle at the end of consultation and I see this red liquid dripping along the numbness of my patients’ mouths, oral symphony punctuated by a series of sputum and a look disgusted at my attention because pardon, yes sorry, I left a little enamel burst in the mouth by performing a facelift worthy of the oldest monuments or facelift Liz Taylor!

So your girlfriend Alexandra I fuck her, she goes off with her husband cunt and his toothless kids, I go on vacation alone at Club Med because Club Med we talk to people all the time and weirdly we understand everything they say!

And most importantly, you can believe me, I will never say that I am a dentist. And you know why I will never say that I’m a dentist?

Because otherwise, when a village badger will have a toothache, we will call me, but when there will be a real problem and it will treat someone, despite my 6 years of study, and ben never no one will trust me because I am only a dentist.

Even a proctologist would trust him to resuscitate someone! ”

“But why are you talking about a beloved proctologist?”

 “That’s right, why am I talking about a proctologist me? I am sorry, that escaped me, I do not know. It came like this. Come on, we forget that, let’s go to the table.”

If you want to be loved, if you want to love, if you want to flourish in your job, if you like the exchange, and if you have machined for 6 years on the school benches, do not be a dentist, there is better … I do not know me … proctologist for example. Or surgeon, is it better surgeon?

As in the previous article, we are going to continue with more insight about how it is to travel the path of a dentist in France. (Read part 1 first)

The truth about the profession of dentist

David Garnier is a 45-year-old “job-trotter”, after more than 25 years of experimenting with many trades, rubbing shoulders with others, he has decided to make you want to practice them. With a lot of humor, bad faith, but also observation, he offers in his book, “I will spit on your jobs”, a good lesson of humility to all those who practice trades said “good jobs” and who would feel a little too proud of them. Discover the truth about the dentist profession.

When one embarks on the medical path, one longs for many things.

1) First of all, you really feel invested with a mission of public good, and that’s the case. Depending on its specialty, it is possible to simply relieve various pains but it is also possible to simply save lives. A destiny !

2) Then, generally, one makes the pride of his entourage. Parents, family, friends, everyone is aware of the difficulty of integrating the medical profession. Studies are long, difficult, demanding. And our loved ones feel a certain pride to be around a person capable of so many sacrifices for the well-being of others.

This recognition is important, rewarding. And rightly so. We are loved, appreciated, admired even.

3) Finally, we think that this way is also a good way to have a good situation, to ensure a comfortable lifestyle and ensure his descendants what to claim a course at least as enviable as the our.

But getting involved in medicine is also risky. Risky because we are not sure of getting there. Risky also because we can certainly save lives, but a good little mistake on a table of operation or a diagnosis a little way and hop, we have a death on the conscience. And an entire family on the back. That of the deceased most often. Risky especially because we do not always choose his specialty and according to his ranking in the general competitions, we do not find a surgeon or cardiologist like that.

So we can imagine that the last of the class are in proctology or geriatrics.

The guy who, first out of his promotion, chooses proctology is to lock up direct or to watch very closely. Why?

1) First of all, because we will never save lives as a proctologist and that spending days relieving pain due to anarchic outbreaks of hemorrhoids is not a medical paradise. It is not for nothing that Georges Clooney in Emergencies or Dr. House are not proctologists.

Although it would certainly give an interesting relief to the episodes. Not sure that Dr. Mamour of Gray’s Anatomy would continue to unleash these delirious emotions in all the small interns if, every time they saw him in consultation, he was, armed with his Mapa gloves, in full inspection of assholes. It breaks well anyway the myth. Come on, close your eyes and imagine …

2) Then because it is unlikely that your entourage and your parents boast in society to have a proctologist son. Of course.

“What is your son?”

“He’s a cardiologist, and yours? “
“Uhhhh … he’s a doctor too!!!! “

3) And finally I’m not sure that this type of specialty is extremely rewarding. At the same time, we do not know anything about it. A guy who comes out of his Porsche with his suit at 5000 Euros did not necessarily change his license plate in “PROCTOS” to show off his success story related to anal digs.

There are some specialties in medicine that are not recommended, such as proctologist, and others that are highly rated and that allow you to meet the 3 criteria raised (as a reminder: to save lives, to arouse the pride of those around you, to gain life): cardiologist, oncologist, hematologist, ophthalmologist, obstetrician gynecologist, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, etc. … All these professions in front of which you can frequently hear: “He’s an eminent …”

Try it out:
“He’s a distinguished cardiologist”: it works
“He is an eminent proctologist”: it does not work.

It’s like that. Sad, unfair, but like that. And the dentist then?

But there is a profession in the medical sector that is difficult to locate. Because at the same time it fulfills the criteria, and at the same time it does not fill them. It’s the dentist.

“He’s an eminent dentist”: it works … average. But it goes, must play a little elbows, but it passes. And everything at the dentist is in between:

The dentist does not save lives, even if he can still save your life figuratively, if you really have rotten snags and redo the George Michael porcelain.

The dentist soothes pain, but for that he must go through the box “to hurt you, very badly”. The dentist is vaguely proud of his loved ones. The dentist can make a lot of money, but he can also earn a little money.

We do not like it because we know that it will hurt us, that it will put us in a position of total submission with open mouths preventing us from communicating. A position of submission certainly much more acceptable than that in the proctologist (no it is not an obsession, just … how to say … it’s still bizarre as a vocation!), But a position of submission anyway.

We do not like the dentist because it is scary (the proctologist is not afraid, we never say “I’m afraid to go to the proctologist”, we do not say it because we can have cavities we can talk about it, the rest, usually we keep it, and when we talk about it we are not afraid, it does not excite us more than that, but it’s not scary).

Some people are even panicking at the idea of ​​going to that dentist’s butcher. The man who deals with mouths is in this case a butcher.

Most of us are more afraid of going to see this specialist who wants us than good to spend a night in a Scottish mansion lost in the depths of the Highlands watching Amityville, the Exorcist, Friday the 13th, Arachnophobia, Zombie, Camping 3, Damien or Curse 2, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

This is an abnormal finding. But it is an indisputable fact. The dentist is unloved The poor. But he does not care because he believes that he acts for the good of people, out of love for his patients, and he is right.

And yet, take a look at the life of dentists. Because of the selfish band that you are, that we are, when we visit it, we think only of our little person and the little boos we are going to have. Not for a second we will inquire about his health, it is asked just one thing, always the same question of petty self-centered bourgeois and selfish that we are: “it will hurt? “.

Let’s look at him for two minutes, no more, two minutes in our life, let’s ask about his life. And so that all candidates in this profession know why becoming a dentist is not a viable solution for a pleasant life: Do we really know his dentist and his constraints?

The dentist must, to start his activity, go into debt enormously.

Do you know the price of these comfortable chairs, reclining at leisure like a luxury Everstyl, and equipped with a professional lamp that does not dazzle you and a battery of devices designed to tear you away, polish, clean, descale, rinse, to repair your teeth? At least 50,000 Euros!

And the price of all the material? And the price of a firm rather well placed? And the charges that weigh on a dentist? It’s amazing!

Poor dentist who unlike the psychiatrist who only needs a couch to exercise or proctologist who can very well cope with a box of gloves, a headlamp and a kitchen table (sorry, it must actually be of an obsession, I assume it), the dentist must be equipped, and trendy in addition to reassure his customers. It must have the software that recreates your mouth and allow you to see in 3D what he has done. He must also have a radiology station which in addition to exposing him to ultra-dangerous rays costs him a fortune.

Becoming a dentist is very expensive. But that’s not all.

Humanly the life of the dentist is terrible. The kids hate you. At the mere sight of your blouse, they start screaming to death and certainly want yours before the consultation begins. And when you go to look for the older ones in the waiting room, you can see in their eyes that fear that says “But … what? It’s mine? But why? Already? I will have to pay this torturer? Why? “.

And yet YOU, dentist, are the most to be pitied. Because it is you who will have to dig in this foul mouth badly brushed in which quarrel old quenottes and young caries, food deposits in phase of fossilization, purulent mouth infections and ill-treated mouth ulcers that make your paper mask a very weak rampart facing this total aggression.

But you take on yourself because as a doctor you have taken the oath of Hippocrates and you have a mission. But the worst is not there, humanly. Because finally, with the usual, a dirty mouth must do the same effect as a motor clogged for a mechanic.

No, what makes the beauty of the human and the relationship between men, which places us above the animal kingdom, is the exchange, the dialogue, the discovery of the other. And there is no profession in the world in which it is as impossible to discuss as a dentist … The proctologist for example, he can quite discuss with his patient while the auscultant.

Of course, we should not expect a casual discussion, but at least it is possible to obtain information on hobbies, passions, and the profession of his patients. If only by receiving back your trivial questions (those of a hairdresser pretty much: holidays, children, work …), onomatopoeic responses of the type: “Yes!” “No!” “Why not!” “Britain!” “Lawyer! “Rugby! »« 2 children »« yes, that’s it »… All right, it’s not very constructed as a dialogue. But if you do not understand this it is because you have never been in consultation with the proctologist. We do not develop at home, we limit ourselves to the minimum.

But it’s always better than this poor dentist who only hears: “Awaaaaa” “wemaaalal” “aaaaaise” “wégav? “Hon! Hon! ha the hoop !!! Hon !!! “

And when the dentist wants to push the discussion a little further and ask the same common questions as procto, then he has to deal with:

“Hi” “Hon” “ouhoua ha” “eutagn! “Ahoha” “Hugwy” “Heu hanhan” “woui heh ha” (see the patient’s answers from the proctologist above, this is your first dentist lesson, the language of dentists)

There is indeed enough to go crazy. What did he say when he got home from the dentist when his wife asked him how was his day? What can he tell? The proctologist can always say that he spent a day of … (NDLA: No, a certain notion of scale of values ​​forbids me to give in to the degrading facility of a rotten, vulgar, scatological and pitiful valve. you spare this bigardise and whip me even to have imagined).

I just want to be able to communicate with others, pity! But what does the dentist say?
He answers what when his wife asks him: “Say you saw my friend Alexandra today, she told me she had an appointment with you, she told you about our vacation plans? “

“Do I know me? How do you want me to know what she told me? She had her mouth wide open and moaned like a sheep slaughtered between two sentences which I could not extract a single word! How do you want me to know what she told me this slut? And what do everyone else, every day of my life tell me? And what those who will come to see me during the next 20 years, because when one is a dentist obviously can not retrain and change jobs, will tell me? My life is made of monologues of people whose language I do not speak! And that we are not taught in college! Oh yes I know how to cure decay and do a descaling, aaaaah yes I know how to do it! But then shit I have no right to dialogue me in my life? Even a factor who has been studying for six months has a social life during his office hours more developed than mine!

I see horrors, it stinks, 10 times a day I hear this foul and unbearable noise of gargle at the end of consultation and I see this red liquid dripping along the numbness of my patients’ mouths, oral symphony punctuated by a series of sputum and a look disgusted at my attention because pardon, yes sorry, I left a little enamel burst in the mouth by performing a facelift worthy of the oldest monuments or facelift Liz Taylor!

So your girlfriend Alexandra I fuck her, she goes off with her husband cunt and his toothless kids, I go on vacation alone at Club Med because Club Med we talk to people all the time and weirdly we understand everything they say!

And most importantly, you can believe me, I will never say that I am a dentist. And you know why I will never say that I’m a dentist?

Because otherwise, when a village badger will have a toothache, we will call me, but when there will be a real problem and it will treat someone, despite my 6 years of study, and ben never no one will trust me because I am only a dentist.

Even a proctologist would trust him to resuscitate someone! ”

“But why are you talking about a beloved proctologist?”

 “That’s right, why am I talking about a proctologist me? I am sorry, that escaped me, I do not know. It came like this. Come on, we forget that, let’s go to the table.”

If you want to be loved, if you want to love, if you want to flourish in your job, if you like the exchange, and if you have machined for 6 years on the school benches, do not be a dentist, there is better … I do not know me … proctologist for example. Or surgeon, is it better surgeon?

As in the previous article, we are going to continue with more insight about how it is to travel the path of a dentist in France. (Read part 1 first)

The truth about the profession of dentist

David Garnier is a 45-year-old “job-trotter”, after more than 25 years of experimenting with many trades, rubbing shoulders with others, he has decided to make you want to practice them. With a lot of humor, bad faith, but also observation, he offers in his book, “I will spit on your jobs”, a good lesson of humility to all those who practice trades said “good jobs” and who would feel a little too proud of them. Discover the truth about the dentist profession.

When one embarks on the medical path, one longs for many things.

1) First of all, you really feel invested with a mission of public good, and that’s the case. Depending on its specialty, it is possible to simply relieve various pains but it is also possible to simply save lives. A destiny !

2) Then, generally, one makes the pride of his entourage. Parents, family, friends, everyone is aware of the difficulty of integrating the medical profession. Studies are long, difficult, demanding. And our loved ones feel a certain pride to be around a person capable of so many sacrifices for the well-being of others.

This recognition is important, rewarding. And rightly so. We are loved, appreciated, admired even.

3) Finally, we think that this way is also a good way to have a good situation, to ensure a comfortable lifestyle and ensure his descendants what to claim a course at least as enviable as the our.

But getting involved in medicine is also risky. Risky because we are not sure of getting there. Risky also because we can certainly save lives, but a good little mistake on a table of operation or a diagnosis a little way and hop, we have a death on the conscience. And an entire family on the back. That of the deceased most often. Risky especially because we do not always choose his specialty and according to his ranking in the general competitions, we do not find a surgeon or cardiologist like that.

So we can imagine that the last of the class are in proctology or geriatrics.

The guy who, first out of his promotion, chooses proctology is to lock up direct or to watch very closely. Why?

1) First of all, because we will never save lives as a proctologist and that spending days relieving pain due to anarchic outbreaks of hemorrhoids is not a medical paradise. It is not for nothing that Georges Clooney in Emergencies or Dr. House are not proctologists.

Although it would certainly give an interesting relief to the episodes. Not sure that Dr. Mamour of Gray’s Anatomy would continue to unleash these delirious emotions in all the small interns if, every time they saw him in consultation, he was, armed with his Mapa gloves, in full inspection of assholes. It breaks well anyway the myth. Come on, close your eyes and imagine …

2) Then because it is unlikely that your entourage and your parents boast in society to have a proctologist son. Of course.

“What is your son?”

“He’s a cardiologist, and yours? “
“Uhhhh … he’s a doctor too!!!! “

3) And finally I’m not sure that this type of specialty is extremely rewarding. At the same time, we do not know anything about it. A guy who comes out of his Porsche with his suit at 5000 Euros did not necessarily change his license plate in “PROCTOS” to show off his success story related to anal digs.

There are some specialties in medicine that are not recommended, such as proctologist, and others that are highly rated and that allow you to meet the 3 criteria raised (as a reminder: to save lives, to arouse the pride of those around you, to gain life): cardiologist, oncologist, hematologist, ophthalmologist, obstetrician gynecologist, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, etc. … All these professions in front of which you can frequently hear: “He’s an eminent …”

Try it out:
“He’s a distinguished cardiologist”: it works
“He is an eminent proctologist”: it does not work.

It’s like that. Sad, unfair, but like that. And the dentist then?

But there is a profession in the medical sector that is difficult to locate. Because at the same time it fulfills the criteria, and at the same time it does not fill them. It’s the dentist.

“He’s an eminent dentist”: it works … average. But it goes, must play a little elbows, but it passes. And everything at the dentist is in between:

The dentist does not save lives, even if he can still save your life figuratively, if you really have rotten snags and redo the George Michael porcelain.

The dentist soothes pain, but for that he must go through the box “to hurt you, very badly”. The dentist is vaguely proud of his loved ones. The dentist can make a lot of money, but he can also earn a little money.

We do not like it because we know that it will hurt us, that it will put us in a position of total submission with open mouths preventing us from communicating. A position of submission certainly much more acceptable than that in the proctologist (no it is not an obsession, just … how to say … it’s still bizarre as a vocation!), But a position of submission anyway.

We do not like the dentist because it is scary (the proctologist is not afraid, we never say “I’m afraid to go to the proctologist”, we do not say it because we can have cavities we can talk about it, the rest, usually we keep it, and when we talk about it we are not afraid, it does not excite us more than that, but it’s not scary).

Some people are even panicking at the idea of ​​going to that dentist’s butcher. The man who deals with mouths is in this case a butcher.

Most of us are more afraid of going to see this specialist who wants us than good to spend a night in a Scottish mansion lost in the depths of the Highlands watching Amityville, the Exorcist, Friday the 13th, Arachnophobia, Zombie, Camping 3, Damien or Curse 2, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

This is an abnormal finding. But it is an indisputable fact. The dentist is unloved The poor. But he does not care because he believes that he acts for the good of people, out of love for his patients, and he is right.

And yet, take a look at the life of dentists. Because of the selfish band that you are, that we are, when we visit it, we think only of our little person and the little boos we are going to have. Not for a second we will inquire about his health, it is asked just one thing, always the same question of petty self-centered bourgeois and selfish that we are: “it will hurt? “.

Let’s look at him for two minutes, no more, two minutes in our life, let’s ask about his life. And so that all candidates in this profession know why becoming a dentist is not a viable solution for a pleasant life: Do we really know his dentist and his constraints?

The dentist must, to start his activity, go into debt enormously.

Do you know the price of these comfortable chairs, reclining at leisure like a luxury Everstyl, and equipped with a professional lamp that does not dazzle you and a battery of devices designed to tear you away, polish, clean, descale, rinse, to repair your teeth? At least 50,000 Euros!

And the price of all the material? And the price of a firm rather well placed? And the charges that weigh on a dentist? It’s amazing!

Poor dentist who unlike the psychiatrist who only needs a couch to exercise or proctologist who can very well cope with a box of gloves, a headlamp and a kitchen table (sorry, it must actually be of an obsession, I assume it), the dentist must be equipped, and trendy in addition to reassure his customers. It must have the software that recreates your mouth and allow you to see in 3D what he has done. He must also have a radiology station which in addition to exposing him to ultra-dangerous rays costs him a fortune.

Becoming a dentist is very expensive. But that’s not all.

Humanly the life of the dentist is terrible. The kids hate you. At the mere sight of your blouse, they start screaming to death and certainly want yours before the consultation begins. And when you go to look for the older ones in the waiting room, you can see in their eyes that fear that says “But … what? It’s mine? But why? Already? I will have to pay this torturer? Why? “.

And yet YOU, dentist, are the most to be pitied. Because it is you who will have to dig in this foul mouth badly brushed in which quarrel old quenottes and young caries, food deposits in phase of fossilization, purulent mouth infections and ill-treated mouth ulcers that make your paper mask a very weak rampart facing this total aggression.

But you take on yourself because as a doctor you have taken the oath of Hippocrates and you have a mission. But the worst is not there, humanly. Because finally, with the usual, a dirty mouth must do the same effect as a motor clogged for a mechanic.

No, what makes the beauty of the human and the relationship between men, which places us above the animal kingdom, is the exchange, the dialogue, the discovery of the other. And there is no profession in the world in which it is as impossible to discuss as a dentist … The proctologist for example, he can quite discuss with his patient while the auscultant.

Of course, we should not expect a casual discussion, but at least it is possible to obtain information on hobbies, passions, and the profession of his patients. If only by receiving back your trivial questions (those of a hairdresser pretty much: holidays, children, work …), onomatopoeic responses of the type: “Yes!” “No!” “Why not!” “Britain!” “Lawyer! “Rugby! »« 2 children »« yes, that’s it »… All right, it’s not very constructed as a dialogue. But if you do not understand this it is because you have never been in consultation with the proctologist. We do not develop at home, we limit ourselves to the minimum.

But it’s always better than this poor dentist who only hears: “Awaaaaa” “wemaaalal” “aaaaaise” “wégav? “Hon! Hon! ha the hoop !!! Hon !!! “

And when the dentist wants to push the discussion a little further and ask the same common questions as procto, then he has to deal with:

“Hi” “Hon” “ouhoua ha” “eutagn! “Ahoha” “Hugwy” “Heu hanhan” “woui heh ha” (see the patient’s answers from the proctologist above, this is your first dentist lesson, the language of dentists)

There is indeed enough to go crazy. What did he say when he got home from the dentist when his wife asked him how was his day? What can he tell? The proctologist can always say that he spent a day of … (NDLA: No, a certain notion of scale of values ​​forbids me to give in to the degrading facility of a rotten, vulgar, scatological and pitiful valve. you spare this bigardise and whip me even to have imagined).

I just want to be able to communicate with others, pity! But what does the dentist say?
He answers what when his wife asks him: “Say you saw my friend Alexandra today, she told me she had an appointment with you, she told you about our vacation plans? “

“Do I know me? How do you want me to know what she told me? She had her mouth wide open and moaned like a sheep slaughtered between two sentences which I could not extract a single word! How do you want me to know what she told me this slut? And what do everyone else, every day of my life tell me? And what those who will come to see me during the next 20 years, because when one is a dentist obviously can not retrain and change jobs, will tell me? My life is made of monologues of people whose language I do not speak! And that we are not taught in college! Oh yes I know how to cure decay and do a descaling, aaaaah yes I know how to do it! But then shit I have no right to dialogue me in my life? Even a factor who has been studying for six months has a social life during his office hours more developed than mine!

I see horrors, it stinks, 10 times a day I hear this foul and unbearable noise of gargle at the end of consultation and I see this red liquid dripping along the numbness of my patients’ mouths, oral symphony punctuated by a series of sputum and a look disgusted at my attention because pardon, yes sorry, I left a little enamel burst in the mouth by performing a facelift worthy of the oldest monuments or facelift Liz Taylor!

So your girlfriend Alexandra I fuck her, she goes off with her husband cunt and his toothless kids, I go on vacation alone at Club Med because Club Med we talk to people all the time and weirdly we understand everything they say!

And most importantly, you can believe me, I will never say that I am a dentist. And you know why I will never say that I’m a dentist?

Because otherwise, when a village badger will have a toothache, we will call me, but when there will be a real problem and it will treat someone, despite my 6 years of study, and ben never no one will trust me because I am only a dentist.

Even a proctologist would trust him to resuscitate someone! ”

“But why are you talking about a beloved proctologist?”

 “That’s right, why am I talking about a proctologist me? I am sorry, that escaped me, I do not know. It came like this. Come on, we forget that, let’s go to the table.”

If you want to be loved, if you want to love, if you want to flourish in your job, if you like the exchange, and if you have machined for 6 years on the school benches, do not be a dentist, there is better … I do not know me … proctologist for example. Or surgeon, is it better surgeon?

As in the previous article, we are going to continue with more insight about how it is to travel the path of a dentist in France. (Read part 1 first)

The truth about the profession of dentist

David Garnier is a 45-year-old “job-trotter”, after more than 25 years of experimenting with many trades, rubbing shoulders with others, he has decided to make you want to practice them. With a lot of humor, bad faith, but also observation, he offers in his book, “I will spit on your jobs”, a good lesson of humility to all those who practice trades said “good jobs” and who would feel a little too proud of them. Discover the truth about the dentist profession.

When one embarks on the medical path, one longs for many things.

1) First of all, you really feel invested with a mission of public good, and that’s the case. Depending on its specialty, it is possible to simply relieve various pains but it is also possible to simply save lives. A destiny !

2) Then, generally, one makes the pride of his entourage. Parents, family, friends, everyone is aware of the difficulty of integrating the medical profession. Studies are long, difficult, demanding. And our loved ones feel a certain pride to be around a person capable of so many sacrifices for the well-being of others.

This recognition is important, rewarding. And rightly so. We are loved, appreciated, admired even.

3) Finally, we think that this way is also a good way to have a good situation, to ensure a comfortable lifestyle and ensure his descendants what to claim a course at least as enviable as the our.

But getting involved in medicine is also risky. Risky because we are not sure of getting there. Risky also because we can certainly save lives, but a good little mistake on a table of operation or a diagnosis a little way and hop, we have a death on the conscience. And an entire family on the back. That of the deceased most often. Risky especially because we do not always choose his specialty and according to his ranking in the general competitions, we do not find a surgeon or cardiologist like that.

So we can imagine that the last of the class are in proctology or geriatrics.

The guy who, first out of his promotion, chooses proctology is to lock up direct or to watch very closely. Why?

1) First of all, because we will never save lives as a proctologist and that spending days relieving pain due to anarchic outbreaks of hemorrhoids is not a medical paradise. It is not for nothing that Georges Clooney in Emergencies or Dr. House are not proctologists.

Although it would certainly give an interesting relief to the episodes. Not sure that Dr. Mamour of Gray’s Anatomy would continue to unleash these delirious emotions in all the small interns if, every time they saw him in consultation, he was, armed with his Mapa gloves, in full inspection of assholes. It breaks well anyway the myth. Come on, close your eyes and imagine …

2) Then because it is unlikely that your entourage and your parents boast in society to have a proctologist son. Of course.

“What is your son?”

“He’s a cardiologist, and yours? “
“Uhhhh … he’s a doctor too!!!! “

3) And finally I’m not sure that this type of specialty is extremely rewarding. At the same time, we do not know anything about it. A guy who comes out of his Porsche with his suit at 5000 Euros did not necessarily change his license plate in “PROCTOS” to show off his success story related to anal digs.

There are some specialties in medicine that are not recommended, such as proctologist, and others that are highly rated and that allow you to meet the 3 criteria raised (as a reminder: to save lives, to arouse the pride of those around you, to gain life): cardiologist, oncologist, hematologist, ophthalmologist, obstetrician gynecologist, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, surgeon, psychiatrist, etc. … All these professions in front of which you can frequently hear: “He’s an eminent …”

Try it out:
“He’s a distinguished cardiologist”: it works
“He is an eminent proctologist”: it does not work.

It’s like that. Sad, unfair, but like that. And the dentist then?

But there is a profession in the medical sector that is difficult to locate. Because at the same time it fulfills the criteria, and at the same time it does not fill them. It’s the dentist.

“He’s an eminent dentist”: it works … average. But it goes, must play a little elbows, but it passes. And everything at the dentist is in between:

The dentist does not save lives, even if he can still save your life figuratively, if you really have rotten snags and redo the George Michael porcelain.

The dentist soothes pain, but for that he must go through the box “to hurt you, very badly”. The dentist is vaguely proud of his loved ones. The dentist can make a lot of money, but he can also earn a little money.

We do not like it because we know that it will hurt us, that it will put us in a position of total submission with open mouths preventing us from communicating. A position of submission certainly much more acceptable than that in the proctologist (no it is not an obsession, just … how to say … it’s still bizarre as a vocation!), But a position of submission anyway.

We do not like the dentist because it is scary (the proctologist is not afraid, we never say “I’m afraid to go to the proctologist”, we do not say it because we can have cavities we can talk about it, the rest, usually we keep it, and when we talk about it we are not afraid, it does not excite us more than that, but it’s not scary).

Some people are even panicking at the idea of ​​going to that dentist’s butcher. The man who deals with mouths is in this case a butcher.

Most of us are more afraid of going to see this specialist who wants us than good to spend a night in a Scottish mansion lost in the depths of the Highlands watching Amityville, the Exorcist, Friday the 13th, Arachnophobia, Zombie, Camping 3, Damien or Curse 2, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

This is an abnormal finding. But it is an indisputable fact. The dentist is unloved The poor. But he does not care because he believes that he acts for the good of people, out of love for his patients, and he is right.

And yet, take a look at the life of dentists. Because of the selfish band that you are, that we are, when we visit it, we think only of our little person and the little boos we are going to have. Not for a second we will inquire about his health, it is asked just one thing, always the same question of petty self-centered bourgeois and selfish that we are: “it will hurt? “.

Let’s look at him for two minutes, no more, two minutes in our life, let’s ask about his life. And so that all candidates in this profession know why becoming a dentist is not a viable solution for a pleasant life: Do we really know his dentist and his constraints?

The dentist must, to start his activity, go into debt enormously.

Do you know the price of these comfortable chairs, reclining at leisure like a luxury Everstyl, and equipped with a professional lamp that does not dazzle you and a battery of devices designed to tear you away, polish, clean, descale, rinse, to repair your teeth? At least 50,000 Euros!

And the price of all the material? And the price of a firm rather well placed? And the charges that weigh on a dentist? It’s amazing!

Poor dentist who unlike the psychiatrist who only needs a couch to exercise or proctologist who can very well cope with a box of gloves, a headlamp and a kitchen table (sorry, it must actually be of an obsession, I assume it), the dentist must be equipped, and trendy in addition to reassure his customers. It must have the software that recreates your mouth and allow you to see in 3D what he has done. He must also have a radiology station which in addition to exposing him to ultra-dangerous rays costs him a fortune.

Becoming a dentist is very expensive. But that’s not all.

Humanly the life of the dentist is terrible. The kids hate you. At the mere sight of your blouse, they start screaming to death and certainly want yours before the consultation begins. And when you go to look for the older ones in the waiting room, you can see in their eyes that fear that says “But … what? It’s mine? But why? Already? I will have to pay this torturer? Why? “.

And yet YOU, dentist, are the most to be pitied. Because it is you who will have to dig in this foul mouth badly brushed in which quarrel old quenottes and young caries, food deposits in phase of fossilization, purulent mouth infections and ill-treated mouth ulcers that make your paper mask a very weak rampart facing this total aggression.

But you take on yourself because as a doctor you have taken the oath of Hippocrates and you have a mission. But the worst is not there, humanly. Because finally, with the usual, a dirty mouth must do the same effect as a motor clogged for a mechanic.

No, what makes the beauty of the human and the relationship between men, which places us above the animal kingdom, is the exchange, the dialogue, the discovery of the other. And there is no profession in the world in which it is as impossible to discuss as a dentist … The proctologist for example, he can quite discuss with his patient while the auscultant.

Of course, we should not expect a casual discussion, but at least it is possible to obtain information on hobbies, passions, and the profession of his patients. If only by receiving back your trivial questions (those of a hairdresser pretty much: holidays, children, work …), onomatopoeic responses of the type: “Yes!” “No!” “Why not!” “Britain!” “Lawyer! “Rugby! »« 2 children »« yes, that’s it »… All right, it’s not very constructed as a dialogue. But if you do not understand this it is because you have never been in consultation with the proctologist. We do not develop at home, we limit ourselves to the minimum.

But it’s always better than this poor dentist who only hears: “Awaaaaa” “wemaaalal” “aaaaaise” “wégav? “Hon! Hon! ha the hoop !!! Hon !!! “

And when the dentist wants to push the discussion a little further and ask the same common questions as procto, then he has to deal with:

“Hi” “Hon” “ouhoua ha” “eutagn! “Ahoha” “Hugwy” “Heu hanhan” “woui heh ha” (see the patient’s answers from the proctologist above, this is your first dentist lesson, the language of dentists)

There is indeed enough to go crazy. What did he say when he got home from the dentist when his wife asked him how was his day? What can he tell? The proctologist can always say that he spent a day of … (NDLA: No, a certain notion of scale of values ​​forbids me to give in to the degrading facility of a rotten, vulgar, scatological and pitiful valve. you spare this bigardise and whip me even to have imagined).

I just want to be able to communicate with others, pity! But what does the dentist say?
He answers what when his wife asks him: “Say you saw my friend Alexandra today, she told me she had an appointment with you, she told you about our vacation plans? “

“Do I know me? How do you want me to know what she told me? She had her mouth wide open and moaned like a sheep slaughtered between two sentences which I could not extract a single word! How do you want me to know what she told me this slut? And what do everyone else, every day of my life tell me? And what those who will come to see me during the next 20 years, because when one is a dentist obviously can not retrain and change jobs, will tell me? My life is made of monologues of people whose language I do not speak! And that we are not taught in college! Oh yes I know how to cure decay and do a descaling, aaaaah yes I know how to do it! But then shit I have no right to dialogue me in my life? Even a factor who has been studying for six months has a social life during his office hours more developed than mine!

I see horrors, it stinks, 10 times a day I hear this foul and unbearable noise of gargle at the end of consultation and I see this red liquid dripping along the numbness of my patients’ mouths, oral symphony punctuated by a series of sputum and a look disgusted at my attention because pardon, yes sorry, I left a little enamel burst in the mouth by performing a facelift worthy of the oldest monuments or facelift Liz Taylor!

So your girlfriend Alexandra I fuck her, she goes off with her husband cunt and his toothless kids, I go on vacation alone at Club Med because Club Med we talk to people all the time and weirdly we understand everything they say!

And most importantly, you can believe me, I will never say that I am a dentist. And you know why I will never say that I’m a dentist?

Because otherwise, when a village badger will have a toothache, we will call me, but when there will be a real problem and it will treat someone, despite my 6 years of study, and ben never no one will trust me because I am only a dentist.

Even a proctologist would trust him to resuscitate someone! ”

“But why are you talking about a beloved proctologist?”

 “That’s right, why am I talking about a proctologist me? I am sorry, that escaped me, I do not know. It came like this. Come on, we forget that, let’s go to the table.”

If you want to be loved, if you want to love, if you want to flourish in your job, if you like the exchange, and if you have machined for 6 years on the school benches, do not be a dentist, there is better … I do not know me … proctologist for example. Or surgeon, is it better surgeon?