The Best Dang Dentist Appt. I've Ever Been On!

Today I had a dentist appt. to do a little fixing up of some fillings and supposedly close a gap in my back teeth caused by my braces. I was going to meet a new dentist there in the office. Yes, I volunteered to meet the new guy. I pretty much told my regular dentist that I would much rather go see the gynocologist than have work done on my mouth. Having them cleaned is one thing, but getting a shot in the mouth is another. I have complete anxiety about it now. In the last several years, I've had some pretty painful experiences with shots. The first one felt like they were sticking a needle clear up my nose. It was BAD!!! The second occasion was worse. I already had anxiety about it and it turned into a nightmare. Not only did the shots hurt, but they wore off in the middle of the procedure so I was lucky enought to get another round of them. They said I must have had high metabolism and burned it off. I'm thinking yeah, duh, if my heartrate and adrenaline have anything to do with it I probably processed it as fast as it came in.

Anyways, so I'm introducing myself to this new dentist. He's straight out of dental school, so he's young, and I just layed it out on the table.
I said, "I would much rather be anywhere else but here right now."

He kind of looked at me, smiled, and said, "well o.k. then."

He asked me if I had any questions for him. So I asked him if he had any kids and how old they were. He had a two yr. old and a 3 mth. old. Alright, now we have some common playing ground.  I asked if the two year old gave him a hard time. And then I proceeded to tell them that I had a 2 and 3 year old and that I'm resolving to give my kids away when they are 2 and I'll take them back when they are 4. He laughed and then we all agreed that who in their right mind would take two and three year olds. 

Whew, o.k. we've broken the ice now.

He asked if I had any health concerns, besides my allergies, and I told him, "well I might be a little crazy." He said, "o.k. well now that we've gotten that out of the way!" and he laughed some more.

The assistant points out the fact that I had asked for laughing gas the last time I was in the office. Why is that so embarrassing? I'm a wimp, I guess. I didn't know what to do, but then I said, "we'll your new, so I guess I'll give you a shot!" Then they both laughed and said, "no, we're going to give you a shot." It was funny. Maybe you would have had to have been there. So we all laughed it up again.

I think my nervous energy was making me say all of these crazy things. He might really think I've lost my mind. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't have the laughing gas.

So he looks over my teeth for awhile and then tells me that he doesn't really think I need any of the work done. My teeth had shifted on their own and closed the gaps. The part of my mouth that I thought was bothering me looked fine, and the speculated cavity wasn't a cavity after all. He said we could wait a while and see if anything changes

Man that's the best news I heard all day. I told him he was my new favorite dentist. That was the fastest, most pain free, appointment I've ever been on. 

They even let me pick a prize at the front desk. Sweet! New hand sanitizer! I told the office ladies that I had some serioius negotiating skills, and I talked him out of everything. That's why I was being rewarded. That was awesome, not to mention it kept several hundred bucks in my pocket. Thank you, thank you, thank you.