Yesterday at 2:40 I sat in a dental chair with headphones buried deep in my ears to block out the sounds of periodontal scaling in the lower left quarter of my mouth. I didn’t feel anything-GIVE ME THE SHOTS! Well almost nothing. I did hear some of the lovely sounds of yanking out the plaque but the music on my PERI playlist did refocus me. And my hygienist was kind, kinder than any of the others I’ve had and hated.
There’s only one guy I almost look forward to exploring in my mouth and I’ve written a lot about him. Dr, Petix. He’s a dentist with charisma! He’s honest and well, I’d say a Mensch ( a good man a really good man) and the day that he totally stops working, well….I don’t want to think about it. I don’t mind working my appointments around his schedule now that he’s down to just 2 days a week and when I came to see him a few months ago he advised, that for the good of my teeth I needed periodontal work. I took his advice and recommendation and set up with a long list of appointments and good thing I have dental insurance. Enough said.
I have to tell you that yes, the hygienist Margaret is very nice but the real doctor, the periodontist… well as I stood at the desk passing over my Mastercard to pay for my hour of treatment, with the left side of my mouth numbed and expanded, Dr. Small walked out of another workroom acknowledged me with a casual, hi, how are you? and walked on. Hmmmm. Not a Dr. Petix. He does have a partner who seems to be a bit more genuine. I might switch. I’m usually more intimidated by doctors but dentists…I’ve never been intimidated by them. Maybe it’s Tuvia’s influence, maybe it’s Dr. Petix. I don’t do anything without checking in with him. Ahh, second opinions are so important.
Okay, so I left the office and headed for home. Just 20 minutes away, Tuvia was in a dental chair in Paramus, suffering through a dental implant at exactly the same time! Suffering together and separately. I’m okay this morning but I’m just about to race to the shower, dress, pack and head out to him.