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| - I don't like the dentist.
I would rather go to the gynecologist then have my teeth scraped for over an hour.
I've been going to Derek and his wife for as long as I can remember ....because when you find a great doctor, you stay with them. I always get my exams done by Tracey. I love her. She makes the time fly by. Seeing as how I've been going there forever, Tracey knows how much I hate xrays.
Hate is a gentle word when it comes to trying to get xrays from inside my mouth.
Let me clarify, in case you aren't understanding. I have a terrible gag reflex. Terrible.
Tracey has come up with something she just remembered hearing in the dental world.
Salt on my tongue...
Yes, salt.
No, we're not taking shots. (unfortunately). Tracey grabs salt from their lunch room, and sprinkled salt on my tongue. Believe it or not, I easily make it through xrays now. I mean, who else am I going to find who is willing to put salt on my tongue? I'm sure that isn't in her job description.
Of course, before getting sent off with a fancy new toothbrush and floss, my cleaning is done; complete with tips and tricks on how to keep my teeth and gums happy and healthy. She is so thorough. I mean, she double and triple checks to make sure she does not miss anything.
Dr. Maclean comes in to review xrays, and do an overlook of my teeth himself before I am dismissed.
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