I feel like I should win a gold medal when I go to the dentist: I voluntarily go every six months, I shell out a good chunk of change for the 500Jerk family (which has no dental insurance), and I take an entire afternoon off work to drive way the hell out to Lovell Road. I even floss! GOLD MEDAL PLEASE.
But what normally is a feel-good situation was less so this past Tuesday. The dental hygienist scrubbed until my gums were raw. Both kids had plaque build-up. The dentist again pitched x-rays, which I again refused (I haven't had a cavity in 12 years, my kids never have cavities, and I think x-rays every year are pointless), then he got kind of pissy about it. The kids bickered and complained about the apres-exam toys in the dentist's basket. The bill was $340. Then, when I mentioned that I had stopped running, the dentist snipped, "Maybe you've gotten lazy all around."
Good God almighty, the whole experience was completely miserable.
And my dentist? Calling me lazy? May I point out that the man is not open on Fridays or after 4PM? Takes an hour and a half every day for lunch? Shuts his whole office down for a week every August? NOTHING infuriates me like laziness, and I'm hard on myself about it. Calling me the L word is a cue for a throw down.
I need a new dentist.
And, by golly, I want a toy from the basket and a gold star when my exam is through.