|Okay Meera now that we have you here we want the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth! - I think she fainted doctor.
Yesterday was my long awaited six month teeth cleaning. My hygienist is an amazingly nice person, but I still dread it. I naturally attract plaque, a gift I would happily give up, and do not have the strong flossing routine in place to keep it at bay. As well, the ultra sonic device that would make quick work of it is a problem for me. So it all has to be done old school - by hand. We talked for a brief bit to catch up before she started. Then settling down to get the job done, I opened my mouth. Her first words were, "Why don't you write a blog about what your hygienist wants you to be doing." So in honour of her patience and hard work, here it is!!!
I was very fortunate when I moved to Richmond to luck into a wonderful female dentist who was very patient and helped me understand some what I was experiencing. For anyone with a musical ear, the pitch of the drill can be a problem. She had several symphony members who struggled the same way and, as the sound travels through bones, head phones really don't do more than take the edge off. In paying attention, I realized drilling on the top was more disturbing because of this so I had to come more mentally prepared than when I had a cavity on the bottom.
I have no idea if this will totally solve the problem, but improvement is the goal here - baby steps. If I can come up with a routine that fits into my crazy life, it will stick. Then maybe those six month cleanings will be a little less stressful for both of us. So to my hygienist, here it is with my thanks for your patience, I know I am a frustrating patient for you.
(And of course, a little dental humour!!)
A little boy was taken to the dentist. It was discovered that he had a cavity that would have to be filled. "Now, young man," asked the dentist, "what kind of filling would you like for that tooth?"
"Chocolate, please," replied the youngster.
At 5 P.M. one Halloween afternoon, my dental hygienist realized that she wouldn't make it to the store in time to get snacks for trick-or-treaters. So she took home some free samples from the office supply cabinet. That night she handed out dozens of toothbrushes, toothpaste, and dental floss. The next year, although she had bags of chips and popcorn, not one child came knocking at her door.