Yeah, so they did this in the 90s too, but by this point more of them were switch­ing to the kinder, gen­tler x-ray machines that wouldn’t turn you into The Incred­i­ble Hulk. They would just walk behind a wall and push the button.

Den­tists really mean well, but com­pared with reg­u­lar med­ical doc­tors they seem to have the great­est com­bi­na­tion of stan­dard prac­tices that are ded­i­cated to make us mis­er­able. If reg­u­lar doc­tors were like den­tists they would dip us in semi-hazardous chem­i­cals to make us more durable, lec­ture us about our hygiene, give us chair baths with a loofah attached to an elec­tric drill, take pic­tures of our skele­tons while pos­ing in awk­ward posi­tions with x-ray film car­tridges jammed in our sen­si­tive parts and reward us with a bot­tle of clinically-approved mois­tur­iz­ing lotion and a cheap home-version of the loofah we can take home.