The Blog about Dentists.

Today is looking pretty gloomy outside.

I have a dentist appointment today. I thought that it was at 2, but then I got a reminder call (which I missed) and the lady said that she would see me at 3pm. Okay… just called and she said three, so that means I get to leave work a little early, but not early enough, sigh. Double Sigh. I dislike the whole drilling and novocain thing… Blah. I don’t have any fear of it, even though I have been subject to some terrible dentists before. I went to the same wonderful dentist from when my first tooth came in until my parents moved me to Colville. He was, by far, the best dentist I have ever met. Then Came the Terrible Time. I tried several dentists… and all of them were awful. The first one had the fattest fingers I have ever seen… and he stuffed them all in my mouth at the same time. I seriously could not breath, plus he caused my lips to split from all the stretching. He also had this whole, “my last name is Hawk so I have to decorate everything possible in my office with hawks” issue, and honestly people, that freaked me out alot. He went a little overboard. Pretty sure the toilet paper even had little hawks on it. And I don’t want to get to know birds that well, thank you. Oh, and he told me that my teeth were spaced to far away, so I needed to get fillings in every single tooth to keep them healthy. I saw a reflection of his new yacht in his glasses when he told me that and I ran.
The second dentist I saw was in Colville. Don’t get me wrong, he was nice. But I can’t drive an hour and a half to see a dentist. So the commute time ended that long distance relationship. It’s not like he was sending me Christmas cards or anything. I just didn’t feel it… you know.
The third was a conglomeration of dentists. (Holy Crap, I just spelled conglomeration without spell check, I am awesome!! Take that! Who... ya!) I was impressed at first (and you should be too, with my spelling skills); they had a super high tech office, a sweet fountain pond thing in the parking lot, fancy smancy computers and x-ray machines. But I soon discovered that under no circumstances was I going to be able to see the same dentist ever time. This makes it difficult, because I can’t remember who is who and what is going on. Plus, they told me that I needed to replace all my current silver fillings with porcelain filings because they were coming loose and I had cavities around them. And I believed. And I went. And I paid mucho bucks because the insurance companies don’t cover porcelain fillings. And then I found that I couldn’t eat anything cold, hot, crunchy, or spicy. Because my teeth were SUPER sensitive. Ya. So I went back. Apparently in their haste to fleece me, they had missed a little spot, and the x-rays showed it. So they replaced the filling they had replaced. And then they charged me for it again. I told them, you should have gotten it the first time you were in there… you missed it and I don’t think that I should have to pay it. So they agreed that I shouldn’t have to pay and then sent me to collections. Merry friggin Christmas to you.
And now, it seems that I may have finally found a fairly good dentist. We will see. I may not be singing his praises this afternoon. Nothing like a drill in the hand of a crazy man to make you cry and beg for death.
I have been avoiding the inevitable. The need for sleep is causing me to become a wee bit grouchy and slightly irritable. Fortunately I have managed to keep the sarcastic remarks in my head versus spitting them out at my helpless victims/co-workers. It does help that the office is practically empty today. It was semi-occupied this morning, but I think the message got out and people fled quickly. Ok, not really. I wish that I had that kind of fear over people. Everyone else has fun meetings and out of office errands to run. I have phone duty and paperwork… and blogging.
Wait, this blog was supposed to be about dentists. Honestly, there really isn’t that much to say about them. Hee…hee…
And the saga continues…