I like my dentist. I'm loyal to her having had my teeth and the teeth of my girls under her care for decades now.
I have a bit of a sensitivity problem. Not with my teeth but with her. She likes to talk a lot!
The minute I sit down on the chair and open my mouth her mouth opens too. With all the poking and tools hanging inside my mouth she begins to talk about life.
Her life, her children's lives and all that she still needs to do in life.
As I sit with the feeling of locked jaw, avoiding eye contact, staring into the light and listening to her, I am tense and caught up about the state of my teeth.
She goes on and on while cleaning my teeth, poking and scaling, asking me questions about her life that require more than a nod for yes or blinking of my eyes for a no.
Today she went much deeper! Not with my teeth but about her life, laying out plans for the future of her children. I desperately looked up beyond the light hoping that heaven would send an angel to rescue me.
I guess they were busy. As I sat through 30 minutes with tools in my mouth, forcing out garbled answers to her big questions on life. She didn't seem to mind as much as I did mind talking with contraptions dangling in my mouth.
Finally she gets to the end of the cleaning session and starts talking about my teeth. What a relief! I don't have any cavities just a hangover from sitting through life with tools in my mouth.
Every time I consider moving on to another dentist my soft spot kicks in. After all, we've shared many years of life talk through my teeth and even my children's teeth.
I end up telling myself that next visit will be better for my teeth with less talk. After all, life goes on and maybe by then her life plans have fallen into a good place requiring less life talk and more teeth talk.
She sure does know how to keep me loyal. I got a free toothbrush and toothpaste!