I Love my Dentist

I hate dentists. I think it's a fear many people have. My fear of dentists probably goes back to when I was about four or five, and our family dentist (Dr. Wasserman) didn't believe in using novocaine or any other type of numbing agent.

Over the years, I've had three good dentists. The first one I really liked came recommended by a friend. He was great, but soon after becoming his patient, I moved out of state. The second one I really liked "disappeared" from his practice, nowhere to be found. He was wonderful, reminding me of a dark-haired Harry Anderson (from Night Court).

After losing that dentist, my appointments were few and far between. I always gritted my teeth when I went to visit a new dentist, never knowing if I'd have a heart attack on the chair. I survived, but none of the dentists were worth recommending.

Until I found my my current dentist. He's great. Gentle, understanding and patient. He understands my reluctance to getting my mouth picked at and probed and he actually does what I ask him to do ... explain WHAT he's doing BEFORE he does it. Did I mention he has great listening skills?

Today I had my six-month check up and I saw Dr. Young for a total of two minutes. That was fine with me. The x-rays his technician took showed nothing of concern and his examination of my mouth also revealed no work needs to be done. (He's also honest, he could have told me I needed something fixed and I wouldn't have been the wiser.) Seeing him for two minutes was fine with me.

Oh ... I did find out what happened to the dentist who disappeared. He quit practicing dentistry and went into (of all things) DNA evaluation. He began working as a forensic scientist and became head of Washington, D.C.'s crime lab. Interesting career switch.