It’s the morning of Oct. 17th and I make my way into the bathroom to start my morning routine. As I’m brushing my teeth, I remember. Today, I go the Dentist. Yuck. Unfortunately I have been a bit behind on my cleanings since getting new insurance and moving to DC. I’m dreading the outcome if the visit. Actually, I’m dreading getting into that awkward chair where my feet are up and my head doesn’t quite reach the headrest so it’s extra uncomfortable. I leave the office around 11:30 to ensure I have a solid 30 minutes to Metro it to DuPont and find the building. Not surprising, I get very lost. I ended up using my navigation on my phone but forget to remember that it was taking me the long route since this area is full of one ways…smart Kirsten, real smart.
I finally end up at the sketch building about 20 minutes past. I called several times on the way to ensure they understood my tardiness. It looked like an apartment building on the outside. I buzzed the correct button for their ‘suite’ number and the door opened for me. I got off the elevator to the fifth floor and what do ya know, it is an apartment building. I open the door to the ‘supposed’ dentist office. I walk in and it’s like an office for little mice. They transformed a small apartment into a dentist office. My first instinct was to leave and find a new dentist, but I forgot to change out of my heels before leaving the office and the 50 minute walk had my feet hurting. I took a seat and waited for my name to be called although I was the only one in very cramped front room.
Two ladies came to get me and I had to carefully maneuver around the dentists as we was performing on another patient. I had to hold my breath and move slowly by him while scary sharp objects were inside this poor woman’s mouth. Seriously? What if I sneezed and bumped into him as I walked past and the sharp tools when through her cheek? Okay, why didn’t I leave when I had the chance!
First thing’s first, X Rays. This must have been Dental Hygienists first week because she was shadowing another. One hygienist’s looks at the new hygienists and goes “Okay you do the rest, I will be right back.” My eyes widen. She starts jamming this awkward tube with weird shapes coming off it into my mouth but it’s not working. “Hey I need help!” she yells out. The hygienists walks over and goes “Like THIS!” and jams it into my mouth. OUCH!
After the horrific X ray experience the dentist arrives to inspect the damage. In this little closet we are in (Not kidding! The door was taken off and my chair is slanted in the little room), he puts the air-sucky thing in my mouth and is working with sharp scary tools in my mouth when suddenly his movement causes the air hose to come loose and the air-sucky thing fly’s out of my mouth and starts moving all over. He is frantically trying to figure out what happened and yelling for help. I just lay in the awkward chair looking at everyone like a deer in the headlights.
After another 30 minutes of teeth cleaning and teaching me how to brush my teeth with a giant toy teeth, it’s time to go. As he is talking to me about the visit, I’m not even listening. All I can think about is never ever ever coming back to this place!
I have a cavity. So in other words I’ll be back Nov. 12th.
Dang it.
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