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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

love bites

I was with Meego.  We were walking down a long corridor in a very clean building at the perfect temperature.  After walking a bit, we came to a door.  A door that beckoned us inside.

I opened the door that had just the right amount of balance for it to open smoothly with a comfortable amount of resistance.  We were instantly greeted by a pleasant woman seated behind a stylish and clean counter.  She knew our names.

We were directed to take a seat in the airy, sublime area just beyond the stylish and clean counter.  Chairs were of just the right size and cushioning.  A flat screen television displayed "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" with video and audio settings that were just right.

Next to the TV was a tasteful magazine rack - mahogany perhaps? - holding a tidy variety of crisp magazines.

Another pleasant woman appeared and asked to take Meego.  I had no qualms about allowing him to go off alone with this stranger while I wrote things down on smooth, high-quality paper, with a pen that was oh so comfortable in my hand.

After a few minutes passed, she returned, asking me to follow.  There was no question that I would.

We passed through a very spacious sunny room with smooth wooden floors.  Huge windows provided an amazing view of a nearby private golf course and majestic mountains.  There were others in this blissful space - bodies suspended in the supine position.  I thought to myself, "They're either really relaxed or.... or...."  Were those people....   dead?

Then it occurred to me.  Was that what this place was?  Had Meego and I crossed over without realizing it? Was this place heaven??  I looked to the pleasant woman.  Grandma?

She sat behind a desk and gestured for me to sit as well, then she turned her computer screen towards me.

Back to reality.

No, we weren't in heaven.  We had entered... The Land of Orthodontia.


While growing up, the closest I came to orthodontics was witnessing my friends' braces and the hideous headgear they had to wear during slumber parties.  Chaco and Wolfgang both managed to avoid braces, so it only seems right that Meego should pick up the slack.

He's got bite issues, so we were referred to this ambrosial orthodontist practice and had our consultation yesterday.  I felt under dressed.

I've been to my share of dentist's offices and procedures, but this.. THIS!  We have arrived.  Thank goodness for insurance.

We go back tomorrow to get an impression for his bite plate.

I can hardly wait.
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14 comments:

  1. One of the orthodontia offices we sampled was loud and in a bit of disarray. Blaring TV, nervous receptionist (like when is the next electric shock gonna come through the seat?) and an overall sense of muffled panic.
    Got outta there tout suite, found another -- good results (but I never felt under-dressed, lol). Alas, no insurance.

    First (wait for it)....


    Impressions

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    1. First... impressions. mmm Hmmm

      Your sample orthodontia experience sounds quite different from ours. Purgatory maybe?

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  2. Poor kid (but beautifully written!)

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    1. Thanks, I'll be glad when it's over!

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  3. Oh yeah I've spent my last few years at the orthodontists. My eldest has just finished her treatment and has amazing teeth, my 14 year old is about half way through hers. I have to say I wouldn't call the whole process heavenly at all!!

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    1. I'm not much looking forward to the process, but if it's gotta be done, might as well be that place!

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  4. Dang, that sure sounds like one fancy dental office!!

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    1. If it wasn't so clean/comfy/sunny, it would be ridiculous.

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  5. I think we may get by without any orthodontia treatment for the kids. Thank goodness they all seemed to inherit hubby's big mouth. But from the stories I've heard, you're in for some good times!
    I'm sure Meego will appreciate it once it's all over.
    And your dental insurance will cover it? How awesome!

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    1. I blame Magnum. He had tinsel teeth all through jr. high.
      The insurance will cover *PART* of it :P

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  6. Gotta love those old school braces xD I'm so glad that we've evolved a lot since then, no more braces that wrap around the head. It's just a scary sight to see during the night time especially x.x.

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  7. All 4 of mine have had or have got braces. It can be hard work, but a supply or ice cream in the early days tends to help things through...

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  8. Only one kid out of three in braces? Consider yourself lucky. All three of ours had them.

    I'm not surprised the orthodontist's office was so nice. It's clearly a well-paying career. Mark and I ran into our kids' orthodontist while on vacation at Lake Superior one year. His ginormous and beautiful sailboat didn't escape our attention. Couldn't help thinking that we had a hand in paying for it.

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  9. Awwww... welcome to my world. Two children are WIP, the last one sure to be when all the teeth are in - the 12 year old.

    How'd you manage to land in the rich ortho's office? Ours is acceptible; got a TV to watch and some fish, but very shopping center-ish.

    Good luck to Meego. :)

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