I've been a dental whore.
But now I hath been saved. By a handsome man and his lovely practice in Bucktown.
I'm always in trouble. I don't floss and I have bad Irish genes when it comes to teeth. But I also have this sense of dental responsibility when it comes to getting cleanings. My parents both lost teeth early in life and they went through all the trouble of getting both me and my brother all the care we could want need, and braces for both of us at that. So I've kept it up in my adult life. My last appointment didn't go so well, what with the excessive bleeding and weird interpersonal exchange. I feel that I have a say in these matters, I pay for the insurance right? So I followed up with what I thought were major problems with Jensational's reco. And I have to say, I'm hooked. I'll stay! I like it, ok, for a dentist's visit.
I know I don't floss, but I finally have to admit that the lecture is starting to work. I have problem gums, so I need to cooperate somewhat. My cleanings have always been very involved. And I didn't get off easy tonight. Although its been less than five months since my last cleaning, I was eager to visit this new office to get the full mouth x-ray that you can only get once every three years, in order to ascertain if my two remaining wisdom teeth can be pulled in-house or not. They took digital photos, which is cool, because you can see them go up on the corner TV as they are taken. But I figured I should get the cleaning while I was at it as well. For it being only 5 months since the last ordeal it was still quite a bit of work.
But I have to say I've never had a better cleaning. Dr. Handsome told me I was great, and I looked great and was great with all the enthusiasm a girl could want. (Can you be my new best friend?) And Kathy, the hygienist, was much more delicate yet thorough than the last lady, at the other place, who seemed to be a bit angry about things. Sure there was some pain in those 5 point regions (which are mostly the back teeth which are going to be extracted - those of your who haven't been to the dentist lately can look forward to the always pleasant "Periodontal Screening") but not nearly as bad as the last time. There was a moment there if I wondered if I was a closet masochist - who goes through this twice within 6 months?
So here's my reco, and they also had a waiting room with an overstuffed couch, all the Hello! magazines a frazzled girl could want, and what seemed to be a full minifridge of vitamin drinks. Here's the picture mail I tried to send to most of you friends while I was waiting for the blue line to come, chatting with a charming older mexican man in a suit, who only smelled lightly of pee (understatement), who wanted to go to the main postal office downtown. We were fast friends who had to say hi and bye on the train. I guess I was so glad to get through my cleaning that I thought any part of city living was precious again. Plus, if he were 30 years younger and less pee smelling he would have truly charmed the pants off me.
xoxo
E.
p.s. I've never had a better cleaning, I don't think. They usually can't get the tea and nicotine off at all.
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