Naval Gazing

milestones and molars

I started seeing my current dentist in 2001 after getting a recommendation from a colleague.  I picked him because the internet told me he’d gone to school in Nashville (where I grew up), and because his office was a couple blocks from the Bank of America tower where I worked.  His office was pretty shabby, and his practice seemed to be geared toward lower income patients.  I was the only guy in the waiting room wearing a tie.  Several of the folks sitting around me looked like the guys who’d ask for spare change outside the Shakespeare Tavern across the street.  I was uncomfortable and didn’t want to stay.

I was called into the back and met the hygienist, Johnny.  He too had been schooled in Nashville, at an HBCU instead of Vanderbilt like the dentist.  We talked about college football, landscaping, and his family.  He laughed at my self-deprecating humor.  I liked him.

Over the next few years, Johnny saw the following milestones through updates every six months while I had my mouth open:

-changing jobs (and seeing their dentistry office had moved to a nicer office)
-deploying to Iraq
-graduating from law school
-buying a new house
-passing the bar
-getting my first job as an associate attorney
-eloping (and learning Johnny’s wife had been killed in a car wreck)
-having my first child
-building a new house near his family’s (but never selling ours, so we never moved into it).
-deploying to Washington, DC
-switching jobs to a new firm (and learning he’d remarried and gone from 2 to 4 kids)
-deploying to Iraq again
-having my second child
-quitting my job to start my own firm
-having my third child
-moving to a new house (a rental) after nearly 4 years of trying to sell
-moving yet again (a purchase)

The most memorable of these visits was when I came in after having my appointment rescheduled to allow for coming home from Iraq in 2003, and instead of waiting on me to come back to his room, he galloped into the waiting room where I sat and gave me a sustained hug.  The dentist wasn’t far behind him.

After that visit, the dentist stopped lamenting how boring my 6-month visits were (because I never had cavities for him to fix), and we started enjoying catching up on one another’s non-teeth-related life changes since the previous visit.  I’d leave and wonder aloud about such predictions as “I wonder if when you see me again, I will have passed the bar?” or “I wonder if when we next meet, I will have sold our house?” or “I wonder if I’ll ever get married or have a family of my own?”

My visits are in September and March.  Today, I got to tell them we’d finally moved into the house in which we plan to stay 20 years and raise our children.  And, oh yeah, I need a new cap put on that tooth that got chipped during the fist fight at Whitewater on a church trip in 1986.  It was getting discolored.

When I finished, my bride had her cleaning.  We scheduled the precursor-to-braces teeth extraction for the 16-year-old and the first cleaning for the 5-year-old.

I gave Johnny one of those “handsome black man handshakes” that includes a hug before paying the bill.  On the way out, I told the receptionist something I’m sure she doesn’t hear very often:  “Can’t wait to see y’all again!”  And then I tried to imagine my life in September 2012.

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16 Comments

  1. That’s how I feel about my ob/gyn and her midwife.

    Seriously. No joke, although there’s probably one in there somewhere.

    🙂

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    muskrat Reply:

    @SL, I think this feels really cool to me, because my dad was Air Force, and we moved around a bunch, so I didn’t have a service provider who knew me for 11+ years and thought I never would. Glad I was wrong!

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    Beta Dad Reply:

    Same here! (But I was an Army brat.) Never had any sustained relationships as a kid, except for with other families that were on the same track. Certainly no continuity of medical/dental care. I look forward to having a long relationship with our current dentist (no frills, some sketchy clientele, but close to home) too. As long as he doesn’t piss me off by keeping my kids waiting for an hour before their teeth cleaning like he did last time.
    Beta Dad´s last blog post ..Wordless Wednesday: Sledding in San Diego

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Beta Dad, That’s why you schedule for 8:30am! Be the first patient…that’s how you do it, buddy.

  2. I just left myself wide open there, didn’t I?

    Aw shit – did I just do it again?!

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    muskrat Reply:

    @SL, LOL! Yes, wide open indeed.

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  3. I’m sure other people were made to cry by the dentist this morning, but maybe not for the same reasons.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @PB, Thanks, D!

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  4. Today was MY dentist check-up! I never mind going to the dentist because I don’t really have any teeth-related problems. They just goof around and scrape a few things, polish up my teeth, then release me back to the wild.

    As with my eye doctor (the only other health professional I see on a semi-regular basis), the hygenist that I’ve been going to for years always wants to know where I’ve traveled since they last saw me. The mini-recaps always end up surprising me more than them, because I just don’t realize how much I’m gone until I think through it.
    Dave2´s last blog post ..Lost

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    muskrat Reply:

    @dave2, It’s like we’re connected! You should tell them to read your blog–then they’d know where you’ve been the previous 6 months-1year!

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  5. I have the same kind of relationship with my hygienist, who also laments my need for dental care, but we know all about each others’ kids.

    And TAG you’re it. Visit my blog for the penalty: http://bit.ly/H3slzb
    Always Home and Uncool´s last blog post ..11 Of The Many Things You’ll Regret Knowing About Me

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Always Home, Oh Hell! I guess I should play along.

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  6. I loved this post.

    I don’t even want to tell you how long it’s been since I’ve been to a dentist. I don’t think I’ve gone as an adult at all, actually.
    Miss Britt´s last blog post ..The Unexpected End to Our Great American Road Trip

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Britt, You really should remedy that now that you’re “home,” sister!

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  7. Like a gynecologist, dentists see things at their worst and I’m sure they see some funk that they can never get out of their mind. Kudos to the dentists who poke around our dirty mouths and to the gynos that poke around dirty, uh, you know.
    JR Reed´s last blog post ..The Grand Re-Opening

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    muskrat Reply:

    @JR, Especially when they’re actually nice about it!

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