I have an appointment for a dental cleaning later this morning. I am not one of those people who are afraid of dentists. I can’t say I really enjoy having someone scraping at my teeth and trying to make conversation while I have a mouth full of sharp implements, but I tolerate it. Especially for the last few years, because I’d finally found a dentist I really liked. He never kept me waiting, he didn’t try to sell me all kinds of unnceccesary cosmetic dentistry treatment, and he even pulled the implements out when he asked a question so I could answer in English instead of Gibberish.
Due to some personal issues, he recently sold his practice. He was younger than I am, so I had thought he’d be my dentist for years to come. Once I recovered from the shock, I got a recommendation from a friend. Today some complete stranger will be sticking his gloved fingers into my mouth and commenting on my dental hygiene habits. Guess I’d better go floss.
