Hello Mr. Dentist!

It was that time again when hypochondria got the better of me, and I thought I was either going to have another Root Canal (if you've ever had one, you know you wouldn't want another one) or was suffering from TMD (Temporomandibular joint disorder - I can't even pronounce that word, and only came across it after googling my symptoms as I normally do the second something doesn't feel right). I called my dentist immediately and got an 'emergency' appointment the same day. I arrived 25 minutes ahead of time because I desperately needed to know that I was going to walk out of there alive!

My dentist greeted me as he always did with such humbleness, and even looked concerned to see me suffering. After explaining my ailments, I was rest assured that it was not something that a night guard (which I chucked away 2 weeks ago) couldn't fix. That's not the point of this post. The point is that I drove away from the clinic with a huge smile on my face, and not because I knew I would live, but because I felt like a spoilt child, after my dentist didn't allow me to leave without giving me a complimentary cleaning, and after asking him for toothpaste (no I'm not too cheap but too lazy to stop by the supermarket), and receiving two tubes plus a toothbrush :-) I felt like I had been to my relative's house because of how quaint everyone at the clinic is.

The point: After a dose of Mondanite, a cleaning, 2 tubes of toothpaste, a toothbrush and friendly smiles from the dentist and all his staff, I can thoroughly say I had a good day at the dentists for a change!