Nothing worse than an awkward dentist appointment in The Kid Used To Dream

  • Sept. 2, 2025, 7:40 p.m.
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I had my 6-month dental cleaning today. I particularly don’t care for this dentist office, but it’s the only one my insurance will cover. I always get the weirdest feeling when I go for my checkups. I’ve been through at least three different hygienists since I’ve been going there. The current one is probably the most friendly. Even so, you can tell she was probably top of her class, and an overachiever. She probably spends way more time cleaning my teeth than any hygienists I have ever had. And for the record, I’ve only had one cavity my entire life. I have also had a chipped tooth repaired. Nevertheless....

I go in and she’s usually very chipper we go back, she does her thing and I used to take care of everything at the front office. The last two times I went she took care of everything with me at her station. I noticed that most everyone else is standing at the window getting their free toothbrush and scheduling their next appointment. I get to totally bypass the desk.

I try to speak to everyone when I get there. They are as cold as funeral directors. They follow my music… And sometimes they even tell me they’ve heard a new single and how much they enjoy it… But I would say eight times out of 10 when I go in there; It’s like everybody’s mad.

Today, while the hygienist was cleaning my teeth, one of the other ladies walked by stopped and she says, “Are you okay?” My hygienist never stopped cleaning my teeth looked up and said, “yep.”

When the dentist came in to do the final checkup it was like his hands were a little shaky. He’s a young guy, you can tell he works out with his arms bulging out of his sleeves. Only asked me one question, does your teeth feel okay… Great… See you next time.... Then he just walks out.

It just almost feels like everybody there hates each other so much that they don’t realize that the patients are picking up on the negative energy.

Or, maybe it’s just me…

But, I don’t like it.


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