Talk about an irrational fear, clowns don’t bother me, zombies and vampires are pansys, but whisper the word dentist and you got my attention.
If I pay good money for someone to hurt me I hope there’s high heeled boots, black leather, a mask and whip involved. My experience with the tooth doctor is pain = money and the amount of services I need is directly correlated to available cash I got or can get.
My nuclear Physicist doctor says I got to have a dental screen before they can apply the charley killing zap rays to my carcass. So I call my favorite dentist, who I see every 10 years, even if I don’t need to, Dr Russell Stover, yeap, just like the candies.
Luckily for me the first available appointment is like 2 months away, that is until I say cancer screen, then it's all like “How about tomorrow at 7:45?” Existing appointments are cancelled, rescheduled and I am shoe horned in. Dr Stover and staff bend over backwards for me. And I hate Dentists. It’s an irrational fear, but it’s mine damn it.
Dr Stover comes up with a treatment plan to get me ready. A bit pricey, but, if this is what I need, so be it. Then, at the last moment, his associate calls in a favor and I get referred to a high dollar, big shot, this sounds expensive, specialist.
I'm pretty sure a high dollar, big shot, this sounds expensive, specialist is.
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