In my first full time dental hygiene job, the office was located in a Publix strip plaza. Often times I would do my grocery shopping but this particular day was especially beautiful for Florida. It was a spring day with low humidity and those don't come by too often. So, I thought I would enjoy being outside a little and had my lunch sitting outside the back door on the cement slab.
After lunch, I immediately brought back my patient and started going through the usual questions. Right then I started to feel a burning sensation near the "nether region" if you know what I mean. It kept getting worse and I was trying to be professional but it wasn't working out. I excused myself and ran into the bathroom, yanked my pants down, and sure enough, there were ants in my pants. Quite a few actually. I succeeded in killing them but not after they had a serious feast on my flesh. I casually strolled back into my operatory and the lady asked me what happened. I tried to say I had ants in my pants as non-nonchalantly as possible and she busted out laughing! She thanked me for making her day :o) What can I say, I'm a full service dental hygienist--comic relief and all!
When people ask me what I do for a living and I tell them I'm a dental hygienist, I get many different reactions. The most common reaction is surprise because generally people are totally grossed out at the thought of cleaning someone's teeth and the dentist office is usually the least sought out destination for obvious reasons.
In one of the practices I worked at, it was standard protocol that whenever a new patient came in, they would see the dentist first after getting their full set of xrays completed. I know I'm in trouble if I can hear the assistant having a hard time with them. In this particular case, I could hear the aggravation in the assistants voice when she spoke to him and I was curious as to what the problem was.
So today, I had an elderly gentleman patient that had an interesting cologne. It was called B.O. Galore! Mind you I’m already put-off by this odoriferous scent, I seat him in my chair and proceed to ask him the usual questions. As I lay him back and start to work on his teeth, he reaches up to “scratch” his nose.