As I sit here with sore and swollen gums, I am pouting like Veruca Salt without the yelling. Although I feel like screaming.
I usually LOVE going to the dentist.
But not after today.
My usual hygienist, Melinda, was the most wonderful person on the planet. Super nice, did her job well, and was always fun to talk to.
Today, I found out Melinda is gone from the practice.
And in her place they gave me the most bumbling, sloppy, verbose woman I have ever met.
She scraped me with the pick before she even got near my mouth. She couldn’t adjust her settings, light, chair, whatever else well enough so was shifting CONSTANTLY throughout my cleaning.
She jabbed my gums and muttered “plaque” repeatedly, while running her mouth, getting water all over me, almost in my eye, and constantly having me shift my head and the degree to which my jaws were open.
Halfway through, I almost told her to GTFO of my mouth. Then, I thought “I’m totally going to tell her that I can’t schedule my next appointment today, then call and ask for Eryn instead.”
Eryn is another super pleasant hygienist who did my cleaning when Melinda was out on maternity leave.
By the end, the dentist (who I also love) informed me I have “a little infection” in my gums and I would need to come back in 4 months instead of the usual 6. NOTE: I have NEVER, EVER, EVER had anything like this happen. EVER. Good teeth, only the smallest cavities, and pretty nice gums.
So I made my appointment with new lady, trying to keep up my “give people the benefit of the doubt more often” thing, and taking into consideration that she’s only been with that office 3 days.
But, if next time is like this time, I am SO bluffing on the scheduling, then calling back and getting Eryn.
I have legit pouted since I left, and have been frantically searching the internet to see if I can find out where Melinda has gone.
She is honestly the very best of all health care providers I’ve ever had.
And now, I no longer delight in having my teeth cleaned.