The love that dares not speak it's name.
Feb. 13th, 2003 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelchickenI love my dentist. Really. He is the most wonderful dentist in the world. I haven't been in about a year and a half (bad Anne! No cookie for me!) because I am lazy and, well, broke. But this morning I woke up with a throbbing pain in my poor little tooth. Seriously. I know tooth pain (I spent the better part of my youth in the dentist chair. I have no (or very little) ename on my teeth. I think it is called hypercalcification. Or something. I don't really know. But every dentist I have ever been to insists that I must have been really sick as a baby before my teeth grew in and that it why I have it. Except that I was never really sick before I had teeth. At all. Very healthy baby me. So the dentists all insist that I was a sick child and my mom or I insist that I was not and the dentist always gives me (or mom) a look. You know the look. The "Fine. Believe that if it helps you sleep at night" look and the conversation ends there. But I am right and they are wrong. I just have freaky teeth. And my, did I get off topic!) (And for the record, I have fine teeth. I did the braces thing for an overbite and they are straight and white. They just need a big flouride kick every night and they are more prone to cavaties. In case you were wondering).
But I digress.
So Anyway. Six AM I am lying in bed trying to go back to sleep but not being able too because I am in pain (and I had thoughts of Spander drifting through my head as well. I think I had a Spander dream last night but I can't remember. Bah!).
I get up. Take three advil. Go about my morning routine and get to work. I call my dentist and leave a message saying that I have a very painful tooth and maybe could he possibly be able to fit me in sometime today, please. He calls back an hour later and says be there at four (but in a nice way). YAY! I say, because the pain is quite awful. So I Hop the train (My dentist is in Rye, NY. Inconvienent that, as I live in Queens and that is upstateish. But he also has an office in the city where he is on Mondays and Wednesdays, which is why I went to him in the first place).
So I get to there and I do the whole "I haven't been there in over a year" guilt thing and he is totally cool about it. Then he looks at my tooth, does the whole drill and fill bit and then spends about a half an hour making sure my bite is right.
I can not tell you how much I love this man. Working so hard to make sure that he wouldn't leave me the slightest bit uncomfortable (and for those of you who have never needed dental work, if your bite is wonky- if the filling leaves the tooth a bit misshapen or higher than usual so that when you close your nouth it feels different- it is really painful. A bad bite sucks *insert vampire joke*).
So this is really just a lot of blathering about something that seems minor but is really a big deal to me. Hurray! (and yay to no more huge tooth pain!)
If anyone in the NY area needs a really good dentist let me know and I'll hook you up. This guy rocks.
And, in case you were wondering, happiness is a three day weekend (with not sore teeth!).
I tried to cut. I thought I could. But I can't. So I appologize for the blather. And might someone be able to reexplain to me how to make a post a link? Sometimes I am slow.
But I digress.
So Anyway. Six AM I am lying in bed trying to go back to sleep but not being able too because I am in pain (and I had thoughts of Spander drifting through my head as well. I think I had a Spander dream last night but I can't remember. Bah!).
I get up. Take three advil. Go about my morning routine and get to work. I call my dentist and leave a message saying that I have a very painful tooth and maybe could he possibly be able to fit me in sometime today, please. He calls back an hour later and says be there at four (but in a nice way). YAY! I say, because the pain is quite awful. So I Hop the train (My dentist is in Rye, NY. Inconvienent that, as I live in Queens and that is upstateish. But he also has an office in the city where he is on Mondays and Wednesdays, which is why I went to him in the first place).
So I get to there and I do the whole "I haven't been there in over a year" guilt thing and he is totally cool about it. Then he looks at my tooth, does the whole drill and fill bit and then spends about a half an hour making sure my bite is right.
I can not tell you how much I love this man. Working so hard to make sure that he wouldn't leave me the slightest bit uncomfortable (and for those of you who have never needed dental work, if your bite is wonky- if the filling leaves the tooth a bit misshapen or higher than usual so that when you close your nouth it feels different- it is really painful. A bad bite sucks *insert vampire joke*).
So this is really just a lot of blathering about something that seems minor but is really a big deal to me. Hurray! (and yay to no more huge tooth pain!)
If anyone in the NY area needs a really good dentist let me know and I'll hook you up. This guy rocks.
And, in case you were wondering, happiness is a three day weekend (with not sore teeth!).
I tried to cut. I thought I could. But I can't. So I appologize for the blather. And might someone be able to reexplain to me how to make a post a link? Sometimes I am slow.
