Fancy Pantsy Dentist

Yesterday, I had to go to the dentist. To my luck it was only a routine visit, but going to a dentist here (or at least to this particular one) is an experience by itself. Not only is it a really nice dentist, who explains his steps and shares his insights of your dental misery, but he has also a fancy pantsy practice. Now I neither have enough insight to judge whether all dental practices have such modern equipment nor do I know if this is an American thing, but for the purpose of this short story I will generalize my observations.

As many medical practices here, my dentist's practice is also localized in a kind of complex, comparable to the TV show Private Practice (only that the doctors don't look as fashionable). When you enter the waiting room, it actually looks a kind of old fashioned, with older furniture and the ubiquitous (to my eyes also somewhat old fashioned) carpet. But then when you pass that glass door to the actual  practice you will step into another, high-tech version of 21st century America, only the ubiquitous carpet tells you that you did not accidentally step into a time machine. 

Now I do not understand much about dental equipment but the lack of pain (during my last visits) confirms that everything must be the latest thing in the dentist world. But when I take a seat on the dentist chair I can watch - TV! Up at the ceiling hovers a big flat screen television and my dentist puts earphones onto my ears and hands me the remote control before he starts his procedures. 

Only one problem remains unsolved, how should one watch TV with the bright shining dentist lamp in ones eyes?