At our dentist, there’s a dental hygienist we’ve
always called Chatty Cathy because she never. shuts. up.
At the first opportunity, I defected down the hall to Jen. I love Jen. She’s friendly, we have short little conversations, but mostly we go into our own zones and listen to the radio as she scrapes and flosses. I also love her because she numbs my mouth with a topical agent before beginning. Given the choice, I would unhesitatingly choose major surgery over having my teeth cleaned.
At the first opportunity, I defected down the hall to Jen. I love Jen. She’s friendly, we have short little conversations, but mostly we go into our own zones and listen to the radio as she scrapes and flosses. I also love her because she numbs my mouth with a topical agent before beginning. Given the choice, I would unhesitatingly choose major surgery over having my teeth cleaned.
My
May cleaning appointment was bumped by the virus to July, and I also lost Jen and
instead was assigned one of the dentists, pressed into the breach because of
the crush of rescheduled appointments.
I
arrived, as instructed called in to the office from my car (what did we do before
cell phones?), and entered wearing my mask. I literally couldn’t cross the threshold
until I answered a medical questionnaire, had my temp taken, and had my oxygen
level taken.
I’ll spare you the
play-by-play, although I can report that this dentist used the numbing agent
with such abandon that my lips were still numb that evening, not a bad thing if
you’re as jumpy as I am in the chair. It was stunningly boring. No radio, no
conversation whatsoever. Just silence and the scrape, scrape of his
instruments.
And by the way, would you
recognize your dentist on the street? I have no idea what the man looks like. He
pads in from the door at my back, I get a brief glimpse of gown, mask, and two
eyes, and I’m tilted back for 30 minutes or so, and then he wishes me well and
pads out. For all I know, my teeth were cleaned by the tax man from the shop
next door.
This morning, a day
later, I received an interesting phone call. It was the dental office checking
up to see how I was doing. This hadn’t been an appendectomy, for pete’s sake. They
didn’t exactly say why they were calling, but I read between the lines
and assured them I was asymptomatic.
I had to laugh at this one. My dentist is still only taking in people with problems and no cleanings at this point. But it would have reassured me to have them be so thorough. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt IS interesting that they followed up! I had a dentist years ago who was about my age, and always wore a mask, and had the most beguiling eyes. I had a little crush on him, and I never did see his whole face!
ReplyDeleteyep, same protocol when I went in for my pushed back teeth cleaning appointment except for checking oxygen levels. they didn't do that. and no follow up phone call either.
ReplyDeleteMissed my dental cleaning appointment two months ago. They want me back, but I am not ready to leave my mouth open for a long time in someone's office. I have had dentists that arrive without masks to introduce themselves and then mask up. they are the better ones. My favorite fellow retired.
ReplyDeleteI hear you on the agony of dental cleaning. And of dental workers whose tongues are hinged in the middle and wag at both ends.
ReplyDeleteLuckily, I had my teeth cleaned the week before the world shut down. I don't know if we will ever return to normal.
ReplyDeleteYou get to have numbing gel for cleaning?? We are never offered that! Hmmmmm. Oh I understand about the chattiness thing. It's like that with hair dressers, too. It is because you are a captive audience. You must sit there and listen. Our dentists are now just starting to take regular appointments again. Prior to this it was just for dental emergencies. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly how my May dental appointment went, sans the numbing stuff. It was strange, to say the least.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind the teeth cleaning part at all, just as long as all teeth are in good shape and not currently waiting for any fillings, because that's where the pain starts. Then they practically have to peel me off the ceiling.
ReplyDeleteI want the numbing agent from now on! Who knew there was such a luxury? I missed my cleaning in April and don't plan to schedule another for a bit. My young dentist always comes in for a chat with me before donning the mask. He has such a friendly smile, I find him very reassuring.
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