Wednesday, January 23, 2008

that was then, this is now

the last time i went to the dentist (a too-long time ago), i went because of a relentless, mysterious, heinous pain in my gums (lower left if you're interested). the dentist poked around for ages, finally concluding i was maybe under some emotional distress? which sometimes manifests itself in tooth pain? maybe relax a little, take some time off and it'll go away? i'm pretty sure he was most awkwardly referring to my parents' recent separation and it made me want to kick him in the junk. let's keep in mind i was 22, not 12, and while the whole divorce thing was distressing on a previously unfelt level, i was pretty sure this was a bona fide toothache, so please stay out of my personal life, crazy man, and make the effing pain go away?

fast forward till now, post first dentist appointment in a long while, the most thorough evaluation/inspection/detection i have ever been through. i was there for 2.5 hours. and that's just the tip of the iceberg, people. the lady was a winner on many levels, but what sticks out most is a) she had a blanket to keep me warm b) she said her heart hurt when i flinched c) she laughed out loud with me when i brought up clay needing his wisdom teeth pulled (sorry chip!) and then quickly covered her mouth and blushed d) she didn't accuse me of feeling tooth pain because i'm sad over my split ends or heath ledger.

unfortunately, over the next few months my entire mouth is going to be replaced, but that's neither here nor there.



  1. christie1:31 PM

    A blanket?? That is unbelievable!

    One of my students was talking today about having impressions of his teeth made. I actually gagged at the memory of that cold, slimy goo creeping down the back of my throat. And then the horror when it starts to harden! Oy vey!

    New pearly whites for the Big Day will be lovely, no?

  2. I've gone to the same dentist for, lemme see now, my entire life. What I like about him is that we have a strict don't ask, don't tell policy regarding flossing. He politely ignores my bloody gums, gives my choppers two thumbs up, and I leave happy as a clam.

    Plus he's great at interpreting the garbled stories I tell when both his hands are in my mouth.


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