My family has done everything in their power to ensure that we become really good friends with our dentist. They eat sweets and then go to bed without brushing. They live on Mountain Dew so much so that if you open a vein it would be lime green. They chomp on ice, eat lemons, forget to floss and commit assorted other sins against good dental hygiene. And all the nagging in the world hasn't made a bit of difference.
Well, now it's time to pay the piper. Unfortunately, I'm the one who's paying. So far we have had six of us into our new dentist. Some of us more than once. And I have yet to hear,"Wow, no cavities. Good job." What I usually hear is, "Oh" and "I can't believe that one doesn't hurt." Not a good sign.
I'm going to be spending quite a bit of time in that office. It's a good thing that it's brand new and the leather couches are very comfy. And I really like our dentist. How can you not like someone named Christopher Robins. With pals like Pooh, and Eeyore and Rabbit, he's got to be a good guy. Sorry, I couldn't resist that one and I'm sure he's never heard that one before.
In truth Dr. Robins and his wife are good friends and neighbors of my daughter. When she told me that he had decided to open his own practice I thought we should give him a try. After all, since we moved from California we haven't found a new dentist. Not that we looked, but I knew we were living on borrowed time.
And since I like to help folks that are just starting new businesses, it was a good fit.
So far we have had three root canals, five cleanings, and numerous fillings done there. One of the root canals was for me. I had never had one before and was a little apprehensive when I woke up one morning last November with an achy tooth and knew I had better get it looked at before it got really bad.
"She's lying, the filling fell out forever ago and she was too chicken to go to the dentist."
Shut up, truth fairy! This is my blog. Anyway, I called Dr. Robins office and they got me in that day. I couldn't believe it. In Cali. you had better plan your toothaches well in advance or have the pliers handy.
Dr. Robins was really gentle and nice. I told him all of my daughter's deep, dark secrets and to thank me he broke out the nitrous oxide. Now, if you have never had nitrous, let me tell you it rocks! I can't wait for my next root canal. A few deep breaths and I was flying high, for totally legal and legitimate reasons of course. I could still hear everything, but any sense of time was gone. And I don't know why, but in my mind I kept thinking, "Nitrous oxide for President." When I came out of it Dr. Robins told me that three hours had passed. What a great way to spend the day.
Yes, I think Dr. Robins and I are going to be seeing a lot of each other.
Pssst, Dr. Robins, West Point Dental. He's got nitrous. Keep it on the down low so I can still get in on a moments notice. And while you're there, ask him for the recipe that my daughter got from his wife, that she got from his mother, for the chicken and swiss cheese cassarole. It is delicious.
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