novocaine

i love my dentist, but as i walked through the door to his office today, i whispered under my breath that i hated him! i could hardly believe that actually came out of my mouth. i guess it's a true love-hate relationship.

the whisper of hatred was a result of the sick dread of knowing that i was walking in there to get two cavities filled today. post-procedure, he told me that he actually did three for the price of two for me, knowing that i was going to be away from him for the next three years and knowing that i was already all numbed up. see, the love? he takes care of me.

plus, he runs marathons, which is, you know, super-duper cool. he's got tons of those paper marathon ID numbers nearly covering one entire wall of his private office where he discusses all the discounts he gives me. the love.

i also love that he doesn't have a dental hygenist. no offense to all of you dental hygenists out there, but i think there's something special about my dentist personally handling all the details and knowing everything about my teeth from checkup to final rinse. he also has a fantastic memory about all the details of my family (we all go to him) and makes me feel as though he really cares for all of us.

PLUS, he is generous with the novocaine (side note, i wonder how similar novocaine is to cocaine). i've had him pull two of my wisdom teeth and fill a few cavities, and i've never felt too uncomfortable... though... i still can't really feel my teeth and it's been almost 12 hours. should i be concerned?

lovelove,
the Augustine Paik DDS fanclub president