Surely.

Ok- test post completed.   I love how I’m the first comment on my own blog.  Oops. 

That being said let’s get down to the nitty gritty.  My dentist excursion today.  So, my cute little, petite 90lb 5’1 dentist wasn’t so cute when she shoved a not so petite 5 inch needle in my cheek 5 times (I only wish I was exaggerating).  The first time- I thought oh this isn’t so bad until she started rotating the needle around.  I thought hum…  no dentist has ever done that before. She then removed the needle from my cheek and started tapping it on the utensil tray.  Again, she inserted the needle into my left cheek, but this time with a little more vigor.  “Well, I guess she means business this time;” I told my poor cheek because this was a wee bit painful.  (I don’t really talk to my cheek or any of my other body parts for that matter, but I would have had I not had that stupid rubber thing in my mouth prying it open.) 

In frustration, she briskly removes the needle and begins banging it on the utensil tray.  Ok, now I don’t know much about denistry, but I do know a little something about human behavior.  And anytime someone rapidly rips an object away and starts banging it around such as a remote control, mechanical pencil, magic wand etc., it usually means that the object and in this instance, syringe, is broken.  In my mouthful of rubber and saliva suction straw, I mutter, “stuff’s not coming out. ” She gives a hesitated laugh back.  …um, nothing is funny here.

Now, I go to a dentist chain that I pay way too much for and I’m aware of that but what can I say it’s conveniently located, and I live in a big city.  Clearly, in this corporate dentist office they must have another syringe. And, preferably a working one I might add.

Determined to get this same broken syringe to work she examines it under the bright light.  She says something to her assistant, and they reposition for Novocaine attempt #3.

 The dentist thumped my cheek a couple times trying to get me to relax and then jabbed the needle again.  This time it hurt.  Rotating the needle in, out, through, around, up, down, over. um, OUCH!  Needless, to say I just ran out of prepositions to describe what the needle was doing.  

She finally removes the needle from my cheek and squirts it a little in the air. “It’s working now…” she replied.  So, in goes the needle AGAIN.  Attempt #4 was a success.  Finally, my left cheek had accepted the Novocain.  (Is that what they even use for numbing still?)  

I’m completely sweating by this point.  My palms are damp, pit stains are forming, and I can feel the vibration of my phone ringing at the end of the chair.  Great I thought, I still have to the right side.  While the dentist reloaded up, I tried to take a few deep breaths.  The assistant promptly corrected me and told me to relax my tongue.  I guess breathing is shunned by this particular office as well as working syringes.   The right cheek took two attempts to get the needle to work.  I guess that was 6 needle insertions all together…  and in my humble opinion, it was just a few too many too!  

There should have only been 2.  One for each cheek.  Infact, lets just put one big one in the lower lip and kill two birds with one stone.  Actually, that’s probably a bad idea in all actuality.  It’s much better in theory.  But seriously,  is it too much to expect a working syringe? Are funds so tight that you have to keep using a broken one?  Maybe I should bring my own from home like a do nail polish at  the salon? Kidding. Kinda.

Or, maybe they should use part of the $700.00 I just paid them for I office supplies? Like a working syringe.  I mean, surely, this corporate dentist office must have factored syringes in their operation cost. Right? Surely. 

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