Reasons why I don't like this dental office
Wednesday started with another trip to the dentist. One of the reasons I don't like my chosen dental office is that they never tell me what I'm there for. They schedule appointments and I show up. I guess it's partly my fault since I don't ask. It's a crapshoot when I show up. I never know if I'm there to have my crowns done, get prepped for treatment, cleaning, lasers, root canal, etc.
I had been to the office about 6 times in the past month and a half. I had yet to receive a cleaning, until yesterday. I was wondering when I would get a cleaning, since most of the time that's the first thing they do. All I knew was that yesterday's appointment was for "hygiene", which turned out to be a deep cleaning. The deep-cleaning doc, upon meeting me for the first time, says "You're hear for a deep cleaning today, ya know that, right?" I go, "I dunno, I just show up when they tell me to."
The deep cleaning was a breath of fresh air, relatively. I wasn't injected with anything. My teeth weren't drilled. I didn't writhe in agony. The doc applied some topical anesthetic on half my gums and started chipping away at the plaque. He made my gums bleed, but it was a good-feeling bleed. At the end of the thing, he told me about the receding gumline in the back molars and that by him scraping the plaque away and with proper care, we could promote the healing of the gums. He didn't go "ZOMG! Your British smile needs 6 weeks of expezzy treatment!" like my dentist did. It makes me wonder about my dentist.
Another reason I don't like my dental office is that some of the equipment is really old school (even though they have fricken LAY-ZERZ). My main problem is that there is no constantly swirling spit drain. I have to hold my spit, or have them use the suction tube, until the end when I can rinse our in their tiny bathroom. My old dentists would have the spit drain readily available and have me rinse out every so often during a procedure, which was a welcome respite. It would be 15 min of procedure, rinse-spit, more procedure, rinse-spit. But now it's just an hour of nonstop drilling. I miss the swirly spit drain.
I had been to the office about 6 times in the past month and a half. I had yet to receive a cleaning, until yesterday. I was wondering when I would get a cleaning, since most of the time that's the first thing they do. All I knew was that yesterday's appointment was for "hygiene", which turned out to be a deep cleaning. The deep-cleaning doc, upon meeting me for the first time, says "You're hear for a deep cleaning today, ya know that, right?" I go, "I dunno, I just show up when they tell me to."
The deep cleaning was a breath of fresh air, relatively. I wasn't injected with anything. My teeth weren't drilled. I didn't writhe in agony. The doc applied some topical anesthetic on half my gums and started chipping away at the plaque. He made my gums bleed, but it was a good-feeling bleed. At the end of the thing, he told me about the receding gumline in the back molars and that by him scraping the plaque away and with proper care, we could promote the healing of the gums. He didn't go "ZOMG! Your British smile needs 6 weeks of expezzy treatment!" like my dentist did. It makes me wonder about my dentist.
Another reason I don't like my dental office is that some of the equipment is really old school (even though they have fricken LAY-ZERZ). My main problem is that there is no constantly swirling spit drain. I have to hold my spit, or have them use the suction tube, until the end when I can rinse our in their tiny bathroom. My old dentists would have the spit drain readily available and have me rinse out every so often during a procedure, which was a welcome respite. It would be 15 min of procedure, rinse-spit, more procedure, rinse-spit. But now it's just an hour of nonstop drilling. I miss the swirly spit drain.