A visit to Skippy that didn’t cost me an arm and a leg January 8, 2008 ~ 4:03 pm
Posted by Julie in : Random Insanity , trackbackSeveral weeks ago I bit down on a popcorn kernel. Hard. I thought I had done something to the big ass filling that Skippy put in the tooth (the one that was nearly a root canal), but wasn’t sure. It didn’t look any different, but maybe it felt different? Since I wasn’t sure, I adopted a wait and see attitude.
Well, last week I was in a bit of pain and couldn’t decide if it was from a possible cracked filling or from my job which is so stressful it makes me grit my teeth all day and makes my TMJ act up. I thought about it, thought about how I was going to be in Florida in a little over a week and a half and thought “Hmmm, if this sucker is going to break off, I would really rather it didn’t do that in Florida when I am many miles from a dentist who takes my insurance.” So I made an appointment with Skippy.
Long story short, there was no crack in the cavity, it’s fine, and Skippy sent me home with no bill and a story about the time when he was photographing a hockey game at the Garden and Bobby Orr took a stick to his hand. And this is why I like Skippy. I hate being in the chair, but he tells me entertaining stories to help me get over my dread of it. I have come out of that chair hearing about dental technology developed during the Vietnam war, and his daughter’s Portuguese in-laws, and now a story about why you should never ever cheer for the other team when you’re in the photographers’ pit and Bobby Orr has his eye on you. Bet your dentist hasn’t given you that.
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My dentist is semi-family–he’s my boyfriend’s niece’s husband’s brother. And he’s just as out of his rabbit-assed mind as his brother is, but also one of the gentlest dentists I’ve ever had.
That reminds me, it’s time to get him to look at a spot that still hurts…