For a week prior to my dentist appointments I typically whine and stomp my feet around
Seriously, ever since I was young--utmost hate.
The sad thing is, I totally took my dental-hygiene for granted. I didn't realize until I was an adult that my parents could not afford sending 4 kids to the dentist regularly (even though they did send us!), so they bartered miscellaneous deals with the dentist. Seriously. JUST so we could get our teeth cleaned. Apparently that's how things worked back then.
Also-I'm really not sure where my hate stemmed from. Our dentist was awesome. We got our pictures taken every time (with a polaroid,VINTAGE!) and hung up for us to see every time we came for another visit.
He was pretty gentle. And funny, too.
The hygientists were super sweet.
But, I still loathed the trip every time.
I'm thinking it has something to do with the first time I got a cavity...and then the second...and the third...and...you get the point.
Every time I'd go to the dentist they'd say, "Oh, you have the soft white teeth that are prone to cavities".
Cavities to me=big huge freaking needle in my mouth, and a long, annoying procedure.
Hence, my hate stemmed.
I will not mention the fact that I've always been a chewy candy lover, or the fact that flossing is probably up there with scooping dog crap on my mental list of "don't want to-do's". Those facts are not pertinent to my story.
But the hatred just kept going.
Truth was? I would rather have my arm pricked with a million needles, or have blood drawn any day of the week instead of going to the dentist.
So when I became and adult (ha), with my own insurance...and my own will--It was up to ME to go to the dentist.
At my first teaching job, we had an unusual dental plan. So, I literally googled dentists within 5 minutes of the school I worked at, in hopes that I'd find a dentist that took that insurance.
I did. And off I went. [Did I mention the only reason I went was because I had a tooth that was bothering me? Yea. Because if not-totally wouldn't have gone.]
Well, google failed me.
I picked the most God-awful little
I ended up with a string of "you need to come back in for _____", and literally....had to get one cavity filled after another. (Seriously, WTH. I think they just wanted my money!) They assured me my insurance would handle it.
I did my thing, came back in, got poked and prodded every friggin' time, the dentist even jammed that mouth-holder-opener thing IN my mouth even though it hurts my jaw and I told him that (I have some TMJ issues). Oh, and the cherry on top was....
He used to work IN MY FACE with NO mask on.
Un professional? YES.
Illegal? I'm pretty freaking sure. [I think there are OSHA regulations or something...]
Weeks later I got slammed with a bill over $400, I almost shat in my pants then and there. I was told that insurance only covered some of it, and this was my portion.
I mailed my owed money into them with a big fat freakin' complaint letter like no other, ranting and raving about the unprofessional nature of their practice.
That was it. I was even more traumatized and more scarred by the dentist then ever.
Then I started my new job. My permanant job. The one I'm technically still in now.
I needed a new dentist and even got some referrals from people I know. I no longer trusted Mr.Google all by himself.
I ended up at a dentist that is literally ACROSS the street from my house. As I'm laying there getting my teeth cleaned, I can stare directly at my house if I so choose. They are nice...so, so nice. And the dentist, while straight to the point--means no funny business. He is professional. He seems smart.
I felt comfortable.
But, still--my hatred for all things dentist related continued. In fact, I probably, on average, canceled and rescheduled more appointments then I actually attended the first, correct time. I will do anything to get out of the dentist.
So when my appointment came yesterday, I did a mini-freak out. I had forgotten to call and cancel. But it was too late, so I had to attend.
In fact, it was the last time for this year I could even go since I'm getting on new insurance next month and my new insurance isn't accepted there.
My mom came and watched my napping baby, and off I went.
The dental hygientist swooned over my teeth. "Ohh if all my patients had nice teeth like this it would make my day easy as pie...", and "Oh I still can't believe you never had braces. Your teeth are so nice!", and "Wow! A lot of women who just had babies have really bad gums, but yours are in exceptional shape!".
Not to mention she asked about my baby girl about a million times, which is always a way to my heart.
I realized right then and there yesterday--I don't hate the dentist anymore.
For one thing, it's 30-45 minutes of 'me' time. For another thing, my teeth are exceptionally better then when I was kid, hence, not too much bad news and cavities happening these days. And THIS lady toots my own horn, making me feel like I have rockstar teeth. Score all around!
So, I think my hatred for the dentist is ceasing. At least a little.
Former dentist-hater convert, right here, yo.