After experiencing multiple yet similar "Ohhh how have you been?" moments with the secretary and hygienists, it was my turn to go in and see The Man.
Our conversation went something like this:
[Eric walks into the doctor's office. The doctor turns around, expectantly of course.]
"Why hello, Eric!"
"Hey Dr. Liu!"
"I was looking forward to your coming back. How was your summer back in Cambridge?"
"Tremendously busy yet exciting --"
"OMG what happened to your teeth?!"
Actually, that last part didn't quite happen.
Rather boringly, my teeth didn't change much from six months prior. There were still thirty-two of them, and they were still arranged in that interesting symmetrical U shape. I still had a slight overbite (the majority of Americans do). No new holes; no needed fillings. No life-threatening - er orally threatening - conditions, nasty infections, bloody gums, rotting teeth ...
Anyways, after my routine and regularly normal cleaning came my sister's turn. For some reason she always has (relatively) more drastic experiences at the dentist's than I do. And by drastic I mean that she had an apparent SCS.
This time her regular cleaning check-up quickly decayed into a small cavity situation (SCS, as I like to call it). Nothing too serious.
My sister pleasantly getting her cavity filled |
*For future reference I will NEVER post photos of the patients who come in when I am shadowing/working at the dentist's, unless they 1) allow me to and 2) approve of their (hopefully) flattering photos. (Thanks, sister who I love so much!)
Eric
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