Dentist, that is.
I’m leaving in about 30 minutes for what is scheduled to be a routine cleaning, but what I know will lead to something more as I’m pretty sure, at the very least, I’m going to have a filling replaced. So, this filling–this is the filling that shouldn’t even be there! Back when I worked for Boston University, our dental insurance was that we would go to BU Dental School for our care. Since the “professors” were doing the work and the students were just watching, I wasn’t worried until 2 things happened (thankfully at separate times):
1 – They refused to give me novacain when they did a filling because they said it “wasn’t very deep.” Well, it was deep and it hurt.
2 – They (the REAL dentist, not one of the students) filled the wrong tooth! Yeah, it’s that tooth–the one that never had a cavity anyway, which is now giving me dental problems.
Needless to say, when I look for a new dentist, I find out where they went to school and, if it was BU Dental School, I find someone else. Living out here in Oregon, though, I have yet to find a BU-educated dentist (phew!) and the dentist I have now I quite like, if for no other reason that he has TV’s on the ceiling so you can watch TV while they work on you. Yes, it’s silly things like that that make me happy.