House of Deej
July 30, 2008
Masochistic?
You're truly going to think I've lost my marbles and there is something seriously wrong with me! Here I am blogging about dentists again. Could it be some deep-seeded masochistic side of myself that I didn't know I had?
Last fall I had a root canal. It was a blast. If you don't remember, I happen to have WonderDentist. He is humorous and almost pain free. His staff is a riot; going to the dentist isn't the thing of horror that so many people think it is - not when it's "my" dental office.
A few days ago I noticed a niggling little toothache. Let's face it, those things are never fun! I wasn't concerned about having to go have someone stuffing weird instruments and fingers into my mouth. I was mentally adding up the cha-ching sounds of a dental bill. I have insurance, but I figured it wasn't going to cover a huge amount of work and it felt like the root canal tooth that hurt.
I decided to tough it out for a day or two in case it was my imagination. It didn't go away. Nope, it hurt. I gave up and made the call, and instantly had an appointment for the next morning.
I love that place. I love the fact that the business manager waved at me when I parked in front of her window. I love that I can flitter in and instantly we are all chittering about what's been going on in our lives. They know everyone that goes there, and they make it a point to make you feel special.
After looking at new x-rays, WonderDentist confirmed that it was the root canal tooth. That's surprising to me, and I had to ask him if I had some kind of Lazarus tooth that came back from the dead. He explained that sometimes this happens, but he was kicking himself because it shouldn't have - especially so soon. He said he'd credit my account, and then he dropped the bad news on me.
He had to send me away - to some funky root canal specialist. Who the hell knew there was such a thing? Who the hell decides to spend their career specializing in root canals? I figured I was doomed to be a hurting unit with some sadist meaniepants that enjoyed giving oral pain to unsuspecting fools.
I whimpered a bit. I told WonderDentist I was rather attached to this office and felt like I would be unfaithful by going anywhere else. For years, nobody else has been allowed to come near my mouth with silver instruments of doom.
He assured me the new dude would "take good care of me" which only added to my apprehensive feelings of being in the hands of a sadist dental freak.
I wasn't exactly trembling in fear, but I was a mite nervous walking into the new office. The receptionist was wonderful, the dental assistant a bit shy, and then "HE" entered.
My heart flipped. My hormones raced. He, to put it mildly, was a studmuffin. Suddenly, I really DID want him to take care of me, but I wasn't thinking dental thoughts. Shame on me! Down, girl, down!
He stood there with his perfect bod, perfect smile, sexy eyes, and looking fine in scrubs and all I could think of was "wow, this is the dental version of Grey's Anatomy!" WonderDentist sent me to root canal heaven - I wonder if he even had a clue.
As it turns out, I have a small infection near last year's root canal. SexyDentist said it could be last year's infection flaring up again, and opted to put me on a run of antibiotics to see if that would clear things up. If it doesn't, then I'll go back to him and let him shove those silver tools into my face.
I truly do want the antibiotics to work their magic. I don't really want him to have to reopen that tooth and poke around in there. I figure it will probably suck. But, I guess if that is the path that I have to take, at least I'll have some eye candy - that doesn't cause cavities!
Peace
Last fall I had a root canal. It was a blast. If you don't remember, I happen to have WonderDentist. He is humorous and almost pain free. His staff is a riot; going to the dentist isn't the thing of horror that so many people think it is - not when it's "my" dental office.
A few days ago I noticed a niggling little toothache. Let's face it, those things are never fun! I wasn't concerned about having to go have someone stuffing weird instruments and fingers into my mouth. I was mentally adding up the cha-ching sounds of a dental bill. I have insurance, but I figured it wasn't going to cover a huge amount of work and it felt like the root canal tooth that hurt.
I decided to tough it out for a day or two in case it was my imagination. It didn't go away. Nope, it hurt. I gave up and made the call, and instantly had an appointment for the next morning.
I love that place. I love the fact that the business manager waved at me when I parked in front of her window. I love that I can flitter in and instantly we are all chittering about what's been going on in our lives. They know everyone that goes there, and they make it a point to make you feel special.
After looking at new x-rays, WonderDentist confirmed that it was the root canal tooth. That's surprising to me, and I had to ask him if I had some kind of Lazarus tooth that came back from the dead. He explained that sometimes this happens, but he was kicking himself because it shouldn't have - especially so soon. He said he'd credit my account, and then he dropped the bad news on me.
He had to send me away - to some funky root canal specialist. Who the hell knew there was such a thing? Who the hell decides to spend their career specializing in root canals? I figured I was doomed to be a hurting unit with some sadist meaniepants that enjoyed giving oral pain to unsuspecting fools.
I whimpered a bit. I told WonderDentist I was rather attached to this office and felt like I would be unfaithful by going anywhere else. For years, nobody else has been allowed to come near my mouth with silver instruments of doom.
He assured me the new dude would "take good care of me" which only added to my apprehensive feelings of being in the hands of a sadist dental freak.
I wasn't exactly trembling in fear, but I was a mite nervous walking into the new office. The receptionist was wonderful, the dental assistant a bit shy, and then "HE" entered.
My heart flipped. My hormones raced. He, to put it mildly, was a studmuffin. Suddenly, I really DID want him to take care of me, but I wasn't thinking dental thoughts. Shame on me! Down, girl, down!
He stood there with his perfect bod, perfect smile, sexy eyes, and looking fine in scrubs and all I could think of was "wow, this is the dental version of Grey's Anatomy!" WonderDentist sent me to root canal heaven - I wonder if he even had a clue.
As it turns out, I have a small infection near last year's root canal. SexyDentist said it could be last year's infection flaring up again, and opted to put me on a run of antibiotics to see if that would clear things up. If it doesn't, then I'll go back to him and let him shove those silver tools into my face.
I truly do want the antibiotics to work their magic. I don't really want him to have to reopen that tooth and poke around in there. I figure it will probably suck. But, I guess if that is the path that I have to take, at least I'll have some eye candy - that doesn't cause cavities!
Peace
posted by DeeJay at 08:07
18 Comments:
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women...y'all are all the same.
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hahahahaha !! I loved this...I have yet to see a studmuffin of a dentist. I want !!! =)
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"take good care of me" Ya that is right up there with 'you'll like him, he has got a great personality' meaning he is butt ugly but a good conversationalist. I am glad to hear he is a studdentist! Sure makes things easier when you have to go some place new.
I've been with my dentist for 20 years. I liked him so much he was a groomsmen in my wedding :) Actually, hubby and the dentist have been friends for years and roommates ;) It helps to have a dentist as a friend, he gives us really good deals on our teeth. Our insurance kinda sucks so our dentist friend makes up for it.
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"Open a little wider please, Deej..."
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I didn't know a trip to the dentist could be so innuendo-ridden ;p
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I'm a real dental phobe but a hunky dentist does help!
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Wow, the possibilities here...
"He put his fingers into my open, wet orifice.."
"I opened up wide to him, letting him use his tool on me in a way most men aren't trained to do..."
"As I laid back into the soft cushion, he looked into my eyes and said, 'open wide'..."
Whoa.
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back home our family dentist is also a family friend, I love having that sort of relationship.
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Birdy - I tell ya', if you were a straight girl or a gay guy, you'd have been ogling this dude with lust in your eyes! I know it!
Windy - Well hell, woman! Come on up to Minnesota and get yourself a root canal!
Nikkie - I know, having a dentist friend makes all the dif. I don't see my dentist outside of the office, but I've been with them for ages. I love the whole staff there. LOL Hell, after we moved a few years ago, I stuck with them. Now I drive about 25/30 miles just to go to the dentist!
pd - Yup yup! As long as I don't open so wide my eyes close and I can't stare up at Dr. Sexy!
Bebbs - Me either! LOL There is a woman dentist there too, but I don't think most guys would find her sexy.
Chandra - Oh, it most certainly does! On an even better note, both of these dudes are fantastic in the personality department as well. I am blessed!
Mr. E - LOLOLOLOL I giggled and pop came out my nose when I read your comment! I love those. Are you sure you aren't secretly an erotic writer?
Sarai - Me too! It really makes a huge difference for me. I used to despise going to the dentist.
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I wouldn't care how cute the fella is, I'd still be shaking in my boots. Dentists and I don't get along! LOL
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^ that was me. (Chica) wonder why it doesn't say my name..even though I'm logged in. Hmm.
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Chica - LOL My alerts said "Administrator" and I was wondering what I did wrong to have two such visits!
Seriously, you would get over that fear with my dentist. I used to be just like you!
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Ya, what Eclectablog said. My dentist is so-so in the looks dept but that doesn't stop the stampede of women from dating him. They don't know what a jerk he was to his ex wife either. But he is good to me dentalwise.
I have been with him for eons too and my kids both went to him until they flew the coop.
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"Are you sure you aren't secretly an erotic writer?"
Well, actually...
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Ugg, I hate Dentist, cute or not. I actually have to sit out in the car and do a form of meditation before I go in, just to calm my nerves.
But, as long as I have to go, it would be nice to have someone nice to look at, lol.
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I just went to the dentist today....mine looked like I should be babysitting him. If he walked into our store and tried to buy cigarettes I would have carded him.
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I have yet to see a studmuffin dentist...haha My daughter went through the same thing. She had to have two root canals done on one tooth, only her dentist wasn't so nice as to credit her. I hope the antibiotics work for you even if it means you don't get to see the hunk again...:)
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Always hated to go to the dentist so i brushed my teeth every day. I still do but visits to the dentist even became part of my life.
I think all nerves (or how do you call those things that sent out the pain when you have toothache?) are removed. I thank god for that. All the pain i had to go thru is now history.
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