Now that I have dental and vision covered on my husband’s health insurance plan, I have decided to take full advantage. I’m getting everything all fixed up. I went to the dentist today- whose name by the way is Dexter. Which is really cool if it’s not your dentist. I was a little nervous to go, but it turns out he’s actually a nice old man who did a very thorough check up on my teeth. Basically everything is all good, but could be better if I flossed more. Before he sent me over to the dental hygienist to get my teeth cleaned, he gave me a long talk about Nitrus gas and why he likes using it. He said if I wanted some for my cleaning I could have some. “Will the cleaning hurt?” I asked. “Not a bit” he replied. “But you are offering me laughing gas?” I asked him. “Oh yes,” he said, “only now we do it with Oxygen so it wont knock you out completely. It’s more like having a glass or two of wine. I highly recommend it.”
Well, who am I to go against medical advice? I decided to have some. The dental hygienist set me up in my chair and put a mask over my nose. “Let me know when your fingers get tingly” she said. “Okay” I replied. She started cleaning and a little while later asked me if I felt any difference. I told her I didn’t, so she said “okay I’m going to turn it up. Let me know if it gets to be too much.” I started feeling really relaxed almost immediately and then I started laughing. “I guess its working now” she said. So I was just chilling, trying to keep my mouth open which was difficult because I couldn’t feel it anymore. Then she asked me if my fingers were tingly yet. I forgot about my fingers. I wiggled them. “Oh yeah.” Then I laughed for a while and she couldn’t get into my mouth. I guess I laughed for a long time because the hygienist told me she wouldn’t be able to finish my cleaning in one appointment. I would have to come back. “At least you’ll get more Nitrus,” she whispered on my way out.
Before biking back home I decided to pay a visit to the optometrist nearby. I made an appointment for an eye exam tomorrow and was asked by one of the clerks to fill out a patient information sheet. There was a section on family history with a whole list of diseases. I told her that my father sees black spots in one eye, but I don’t know what that is called. She thought about it for a while and then said “just write “black spots” and the optometrist will know if it is hereditary or generic.” I told her I doubted it was generic. This same girl then asked me if I was looking to buy new glasses as well. I said I was and she offered to help me find something that would fit my face. I said “no thanks” and I looked at some glasses myself. I put on a pair and she came over and said “ wow. So European. So you. Seattle just hasn’t gotten there yet.” I say “I don’t even know what that means.” “I know, right?” she replied and walked over to help someone else. I am so confused.