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| - Wow, I can't possibly say enough good things about this place. I've been going here for about 2 years now, and I feel like I'm sitting down with long-lost friends every time I go there. Everyone is so personable and Bobby, the receptionist, must have a mind like a steel trap. She calls me by name when she sees me, remembers to ask how my foot is doing (had surgery over a year ago) and chats with me about Guam (where I lived before I moved here) and seems to remember everything I have ever said in that office. She's amazing and always makes me feel like a person first and a patient second.
Then there's Dr. Barton and his assistants. Let me just tell you how my visit today went and you'll get a feel for how this staff operates. It is Monday right after the 4th of July weekend. I was in a few weeks ago and got 2 temporary crowns put in. After eating like I really shouldn't have with caramels and what not on vacation over the 4th, BOTH of my crowns fell off. I had an appointment on Wednesday to get the permanent ones on, but I called and left a message for Bobby anyway last night. She called me first thing this morning and scheduled me an appointment for today. I have 3 kids ages 8, 4, and 2 and couldn't find a last-minute sitter for them so I took them with me. I brought them into the dental room with a couple of magazines and had them look at them while Dr. Barton put on the permanent crowns. My kids are usually well behaved, but wouldn't you know it, they picked today to act like clowns in a circus. The 2 year old was crawling on the chair, sitting on my lap, and bouncing on my stomach. Dr. Barton assured me that he was fine with that and says with a smile, "Don't worry, I can hit a moving target." He assured me several times in the most sincere way imaginable (he has several kids of his own, I've learned) that he didn't mind one bit while the kids dug in his desk drawers, pulled out a bunch of medical gloves, bugged his assistant (who was trying to help work on my mouth) to blow them up into balloons, and then proceeded to squeal in glee as they battered each other with the hand-balloons and then started throwing them around the room, even hitting Dr. Barton a few times. Holy cow, I wanted to strangle them all. They were wild and the only reason I wasn't completely stressed out by their behavior was because Dr. Barton was TOTALLY FINE with it all. You have to have a few visits and get to know the man. He is a SAINT! :)
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