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Here's the good part about waiting ten years to go to the dentist for a check-up and cleaning (and being honest that it's been ten years): they didn't really nag me about anything. Probably because they knew I would have no problem walking out that door and waiting another ten years. Seriously, he said things looked pretty good considering and he didn't have too much work. But of course to me it felt like a solid hour of scraping with that metal hook which was NOT pleasant. To say the least. Then he said almost absentmindedly during the scraping, "and yeah, you should floss a little more, you have some typical gingivitis and that will fix it right up." No nagging or stern voice.
Here's the bad part about waiting ten years to go to the dentist for a checkup and cleaning: I have "a few small cavities and one big one". I didn't even want to clarify what exactly a "few" meant. I now have to decide if I want silver fillings, which are visible but can last forever, or if I want the tooth-color fillings which last 5-10 years. I'm leaning towards silver because the thought of replacing them sound horrible. But keep in mind, up until now, I have never had a cavity. So I don't even know what the process is like in getting them filled. Anyone who would like to share, please feel free, but only if the stories don't include things like sliced gums or infections or hospitalizations or blinding pain.
I'm rewarding myself with wine and cheese and books.
There was one funny moment when I first got in the chair. This was not a plush dentist office -- it was subset of a hospital and it felt like a hospital, with the grey linoleum and fluorescent ligthing and everyone wearing disposable surgery plasticky scrubs over their regular cloth scrubs. I had filled out the new patient forms in the waiting room and he says, so it says here you had chest reconstruction surgery? [When it comes to medical and legal stuff, I pretty much disclose everything even if it doesn't initially seem pertinent, without necessarily disclosing the full picture, i.e. I list testosterone as a medication I'm on and they asked if I had recent surgery so I listed that, but I ignore checking gender boxes or saying anything overt.] I simply answered, yes. He pauses, then said "um, what IS that?" I pause. "Um." I pause again. I'm also acutely aware of the dental hygenist also in the room behind me, prepping materials. "Um, its basically....uh....for gynomastia."
"Oh." More long pausing. "So you had no problems with the anesthesia or anything though?"
"No, not at all."
And then he moved right along. But when he walked me out to the front afterwards to make a new appointment, I swear I caught him staring at my chest. And I'm totally wearing a tight t-shirt today too, which made me glad. Cause hell, if he's thinking I got some gddamned cosmetic plastic surgery, I might as well show that isht off.
Here's the bad part about waiting ten years to go to the dentist for a checkup and cleaning: I have "a few small cavities and one big one". I didn't even want to clarify what exactly a "few" meant. I now have to decide if I want silver fillings, which are visible but can last forever, or if I want the tooth-color fillings which last 5-10 years. I'm leaning towards silver because the thought of replacing them sound horrible. But keep in mind, up until now, I have never had a cavity. So I don't even know what the process is like in getting them filled. Anyone who would like to share, please feel free, but only if the stories don't include things like sliced gums or infections or hospitalizations or blinding pain.
I'm rewarding myself with wine and cheese and books.
There was one funny moment when I first got in the chair. This was not a plush dentist office -- it was subset of a hospital and it felt like a hospital, with the grey linoleum and fluorescent ligthing and everyone wearing disposable surgery plasticky scrubs over their regular cloth scrubs. I had filled out the new patient forms in the waiting room and he says, so it says here you had chest reconstruction surgery? [When it comes to medical and legal stuff, I pretty much disclose everything even if it doesn't initially seem pertinent, without necessarily disclosing the full picture, i.e. I list testosterone as a medication I'm on and they asked if I had recent surgery so I listed that, but I ignore checking gender boxes or saying anything overt.] I simply answered, yes. He pauses, then said "um, what IS that?" I pause. "Um." I pause again. I'm also acutely aware of the dental hygenist also in the room behind me, prepping materials. "Um, its basically....uh....for gynomastia."
"Oh." More long pausing. "So you had no problems with the anesthesia or anything though?"
"No, not at all."
And then he moved right along. But when he walked me out to the front afterwards to make a new appointment, I swear I caught him staring at my chest. And I'm totally wearing a tight t-shirt today too, which made me glad. Cause hell, if he's thinking I got some gddamned cosmetic plastic surgery, I might as well show that isht off.
