I have only heard of sympathetic pain and not empathetic pain, said my husband when I complained of’ empathetic ache’ of my tooth.
Well, I just discovered the tooth next to the problem one began paining, thought it was empathizing with the affected one, I said.
But hasn’t the dentist attendedto the problem tooth and solved it? He wanted to know.
Yes, I thought he did but probably he too wouldn’t have anticipated its neighbor to create a problem, I said in his defence.
May be, you are right. By the way how many teeth are still surviving in your mouth? He said in his usual jocular manner.
I really don’t know. Perhaps compared to the number of teeth yanked out, the ones surviving are certainly more, I assured. This reminds me of an orthodontist I interviewed who said whenever he went on ‘bride seeing spree’ ,the first thing he would notice was the number of teeth missing in the mouth of prospective brides and invariably his observation would be correct, I laughed.
That means dentists and orthodontists were for ever in demand, irrespective of a person’s age, he said in the same vein.
Looks like it, I conceded.
I am also reminded of my days of ‘bride seeing’ , but it never occurred to me that the only girl I happened to see and get married to could have had her teeth corrected, he said in an effort to empathize.
I wished his empathy was more to my present predicament.