I mean, don’t we all?
Let’s all just get it out there in the open, people: going to the dentist bites. (Pun intended, obviously.)
I went yesterday. For a cleaning. I was technically 4 months overdue for my regular cleaning, plus my last set of x-rays showed some work needing done that I never got to. So I was prepared for bad news.
Or so I thought.
I actually liked the dentist I saw the last time I went. He was nice. He did not judge the entire content of my character based on the fact that I needed some fillings. He eased my dentist-based anxiety by explaining what he was doing the whole time he worked on me.
I mean, I wouldn’t go so far as to say I enjoyed the experience of having holes drilled in things that are attached to my face, but it wasn’t a nightmare. I think for a trip to the dentist, that’s a rousing endorsement.
This time, though. Man. Ugh.
So a new dentist, not the nice guy from last time, took one look at my x-rays, peeped in my mouth, and was basically like, “Lady, your teeth are a mess.” Then I got a mini-lecture about ALL the root canals I’m going to need down the road. And we wonder why I procrastinate when it comes time to schedule my appointment?
So, anyway, I’m going back–tomorrow–for a crown and a filling. At this point, I just want to be done with it. I’m over the anxiety; I’m just annoyed.
So dentists out there, listen up. If you are really interested in getting your patients to listen to your advice, schedule cleanings on time, floss twice a day (who flosses twice a day??) and all that, here’s a tip. Be nice. Don’t judge. Recognize that nobody has perfect teeth, and that’s why you have a job in the first place. Don’t make me feel like a criminal for having cavities and liking sugar in my coffee.
Because, man, I’m not going to stop putting sugar in my coffee.