Went to the dentist today. As I mulled over the psychological impact of hearing the whirr of a drill on patients (perhaps if you used a silent drill people wouldn’t make the association between pain and the drill?) the dentist took a couple of x-rays of my teeth. I hadn’t been to the dentist for a while, so I was suitably impressed with the mobile x-ray camera they had attached to an actuating arm above the chair. I was however less impressed when, as I leaned back after the x-rays, the camera (looking uncannily like a gun) went and drifted over from its storage position to come to rest direction above my face, pointing down.
“It’s got a life of its own,” muttered the dentist.
This didn’t assuage my fears.