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Dentistry: For Better or Worse
Dentistry: For Better or Worse
Dentistry: For Better or Worse
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Some personal thoughts and advice for lay people about dentistry. Or, things you always wanted to know about dentistry, but were afraid to ask.

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Release dateMay 3, 2015
ISBN9781619502482
Dentistry: For Better or Worse
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Charles Reap

Charles A. Reap, Jr., DDS, was born in Albemarle, North Carolina, 1931. Attended Duke University, 1948-51. US Air Force (dental assistant, hygienist, laboratory technician), 1951-53. University of North Carolina School of Dentistry, 1954-1958. Dental faculty, 1958-59. Private practice, Chapel Hill, North Carolina, 1959-1998. He is a former newspaper reporter and columnist, a dentist and a lecturer. He has authored two dental textbooks and two published novels (Amazon.com). His illustrated children's book Destiny has just been released by Gypsy Shadow Publishing. Also among his accomplishments, Reap is a Nesta award winner and has received Preditors and Editors Readers Poll recognition. Stage and film actor. Writer: screenplays/stage plays. Music composer. Hobbyist boat builder.

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    Dentistry - Charles Reap

    Contents

    Copyright Page

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    About the Author

    Dentistry—For Better or Worse

    by

    Charles Reap

    All rights reserved

    Copyright © January 24, 2015, Charles A. Reap, Jr., DDS

    Cover Art Copyright © 2015, Charlotte Holley

    Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC.

    Lockhart, TX

    www.gypsyshadow.com

    No part of this book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Gypsy Shadow Publishing, LLC.

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    ISBN: 978-1-61950-248-2

    Published in the United States of America

    First eBook Edition: May 1, 2015

    Chapter 1

    "Fordy years ago I cudn’t even spell

    denus, and now I are one."

    That funny statement has always stuck with me. Actually, I could spell dentist by the third grade. I had to go to one often enough. And how I dreaded and hated it. For some unknown reason, my working parents could never go with me; I was simply told to show up at Dr. Blank’s office at a certain time. And, like an obedient numbskull, I did.

    As a matter of fact, my very first visit to a dentist was with a first grade friend of mine, Bobby. It was scary. He, whose parents were also at work, and I had to walk downtown (six whole blocks!) from elementary school and then up a long steep narrow stairway, down a darkened hallway, and into his foreboding office. Anyway, this particular dentist checked Bobby’s teeth and mine, and then we left. That’s all that happened, and I never saw him again.

    I began seeing Dr. So-and-So a few years later, when he and his new wife moved to town and rented an apartment from my father.

    Dr. So-and-So’s office was also a second floor, but a much brighter one. At least, in the afternoons the sun would shine brightly in his windows and reflect off of my tears of fright. Lordy, I hated that man! He would drill on my not-numbed-up teeth and all he would do was to tell me to hold on tightly to the arms of the dental chair. Ooh, what suffering!

    Dentists in those days only had the old-fashioned slow, belt-driven drills. They’d run perhaps thirty-five hundred revolutions per minute, tops. You could feel every revolution of the drill bit (The bit is called a bur).

    Nowadays, the various air-turbine high speed drills will power along at speeds nearly a million RPMs. There’s no longer any of that vibration. A study was done finding that above roughly sixty-five thousand RPMs, one no longer felt much vibration on the drilled tooth. But with the increased speed you’ve added heat, which, if excessive, can easily damage or even kill the nerve of the tooth, so cooling water needs to be sprayed onto the tip of the bur.

    Anyway, Dr. So-and-So’d have me rinse my mouth and I’d intentionally take a r-e-a-l long time doing that, because I knew as long as I was doing that, he couldn’t drill. It wasn’t much, but at least it

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