I'll admit it. I don't like going to the doctor or the dentist. I'd rather have symptoms drag out for a month, if it means putting off understanding the terms of my health insurance coverage and then completing the daunting task of actually finding a decent in-plan doctor or dentist.It's not that I'm lazy per se, just that I've never seen the payoff as all that great. Think about it, you go through the tedium of finding someone to treat you, and the reward is to have them poke, prod, and drill you, potentially while you're not wearing half your clothes and answering a series of embarrassing questions.
Well no more. This past year I've kept every check up.
I think what's turned it around for me is the dentist we go to here in Louisville. When I was a teenager, my Mom started dragging us to this horrid family dentist. My beef with this guy is that he would start by wedging about half of his dental instruments into your gaping maw, and THEN proceed to ask roughly 2 billion open-ended questions about school, sports, the weather, current events, the origins of the universe, the duality of man, the existence of Sasquatch, etc., etc., etc.! It was ridiculous, and a total power play by this sadistic dentist. "So, could you tell me in 800 words or more, what your position on abortion is?" "Gnf thuk mool phoo..."
I love my new dentist. I honestly think he doesn't even know my name. He comes in with a perfunctory "How are you doing today?", waits for my perfunctory "Fine.", then sits down and (SILENTLY) gets to business. Just the way I like it.
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We don't go there anymore either. We found someone else. And guess what...dad & I agreed you & Andrew were right about him--he is a dick!
Viggo Mortenson the dad-AWESOME!
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