I Hate the Dentist

Today was by far the worst dentist appointment. Ever. I really hate the dentist. I would much rather go to the GYN than go to the dentist.

Truly.

Today started off with me calling the dentist to confirm our appointment. "Sure - all of you. No problem." But when I got there this afternoon after a long day with 5th grade math and all three kids in tow it was a different story. "Oh, m'am, the appointment is just for you."

Excuse me? Why wasn't I told that when I called to confirm this morning?

Oh...I'm not sure...We're busy today...I'm not sure if we'll be able to fit them in.

Oh, I think you will. Can we make sure the office manager knows?

Within a few minutes I get called into the back by what turned out to be the worst hygienist. Ever. He was very slow. Several times I thought he was trying to drown me with my own saliva.

What a way go.

And he yelled at me. "Relax m'am." "Open wider!" "This way please."

He had me in the chair for almost an hour and that's not counting the time in the x-rays or waiting for the dentist himself to come to exam me. And to think in MD I had had several appointments that I was in and out of the office within 30 minutes. By the end of that time my neck and shoulder were hurting.

While I was having my x-rays I had a little chat with the office manager. "Yeah, I'm so sorry about this, but I'm not sure we'll fit them in."

"I understand, but I did call and confirm this morning. This makes me want to find a new dentist."

"Yes, m'am"

So, while I was being tortured by my new friend, my kids were able to see the dentist and made their way back to the waiting room. I do find if odd that all three were taking care of and were waiting for me in the time that it took for my appointment.

Apparently torture takes a while.

I wonder if my GYN can clean teeth.