So I go to the perio today to see if I need YET another surgery in my problematic mouth. This group is new to me. There's no way I'm going to the same Doc who took my thousand dollars, cut up my gums, implanted some dead guy's gums (excuse the insensitivity), then sent me on my way only to have the dentist 3 years later ask if I brushed my new gums away. I head over to a posh area where my van is the crappiest car in the parking lot (my poor vehicle does need some paint work, but it's still a nice looking car!). This was my first clue.
I drag my 3 darlings into a big building made of glass (didn't try too hard to get a sitter). Was "welcomed" by a receptionist who gave a beautiful smile till she saw who I brought with me. She was nice enough, but I could tell it was all fake. She was just waiting for me to be out of ear shot to gab about the trashy looking mom who brought her kids. (I know I'm judging her, but you should have seen her face)
The assistant was nice enough, but then comes the doctor. WHEW. Let me tell you. It's not that he's totally hot, but he had that atmosphere of one of THOSE doctors who on TV who get all the ladies & doesn't care about how much money he spends. Once again, I know I'm judging, but you weren't there! He takes a look at my kids, says hi. Someday he'll get married & GET AROUND to having one. We talk about my situation. He doesn't think I should have another graft with everything on my plate. Maybe in a few years when the kids get bigger & are in school. HELLOOOO! It's only 3 kids. You don't think I can handle it??? Besides, in a few years I'll probably have some more. I didn't mention that part to him.
We figure out a plan for my teeth to not fall out any time soon. He's super nice, but at the same time acts like he has much better things to do. What, my money isn't as good as any one else's? Your time is too good for me? You don't think I can handle your surgery? Whatever. If you weren't so highly recommended, I wouldn't be coming back.
We go out to the receptionist who wants to set an appointment for me to come back for a procedure my dentist can do for half the price. I say I'm not sure of my schedule, I want to make sure I can get a sitter. She looks at my cupcakes & says, "That's a good idea." Nothing wrong with that. Just the tone & look on her sweet face. She's perfect for this office. I overheard her talking on the phone to an insurance company who wasn't up to her standards. She was sweet as pie (I don't like pie), but still demanding that someone deal with this particular issue & fast before she started threatening them. I don't know what a dentist threatens about.
So I walk out feeling a little overwhelmed. My children were very well behaved except for a couple of hitting sessions. They were quiet & read their books most of the time we spent there. I'm not quite sure if I'm just over reacting. But why do people need to think they're better just because they're wearing a $300 pair of shoes, drive a M6 BMW, don't have kids throwing up on them or causing stress related mouth injuries. So what if I have kids & feel comfortable bringing them everywhere I go. They are good kids & I'm doing the Lord's work with them.
To those who have giant gold plated sticks up your bum.... bend over so I can pull it out & beat you over the head with it.
Thank you for letting me vent.
