I barely made my dentist appointment today after work. I work super close to home but the traffic makes it seem just as far as Minneapolis.After telling the receptionist my name, she asked me if I am on my parents' insurance. Hmmm, sharp contrast from just over a week ago when someone asked me if I was the mother of a 16 year old. Location, location, location.
The dental hygenist was a super talker...she chatted nonstop about nothing the entire time I was with her, even when the dentist was there and even later when she was with someone else, I could hear her over the wall. She talked about her dog (a yorkie?) for about an hour and ran through all the COLORS of other dogs that don't like her dog. For example: black labs like her yorkie, but yellow labs do not and chocolate labs won't play with her yorkie.
How did this lunatic ever become a dental hygenist?
The dentist was younger than me...this is most definitely a first (for me) to be helped by a "Dr." younger than me. He seemed really nervous, his hands shook and he slipped over words. The hygenist told me he's been at the clinic for a year and a half so he's got a little experience at least.
I tried to make him feel better...but how do you really make a dentist feel better?
They found a cavity (dang it!) so they had to numb me. Well, the hygenist didn't communicate well with the dentist (ironically) and they numbed the wrong side. So, then they had to numb the other side.
Before they were done, they had to tend to someone who'd just had an "extraction." While I was waiting I went to the restroom. When I came back, I thought the talkative hygenist was going to have a heart attack and I caught the dentist asking her "what happened?" Like I up and bolted out the door or something (perhaps I should have).
Okay, I still can't feel my face and I tried to eat but I found I chewed more on the inside of my mouth than I did on my food.
I think I will use my regular dentist from now on and I will never substitute my doctor.
