I have never been a "fan" of going to the dentist. As a matter of fact, I would rather labor for twelve hours than have a cleaning. From what "they" tell me (most dentists), that is a common feeling. Well, no more. I just got back from my first cleaning and it was the most relaxing experience...EVER!
I took my children for their cleanings a couple of weeks ago. Everyone came through with flying colors and left there quite happy. Three of my darlings even got to watch movies during their cleanings (how cool is that?).
Let me start by painting a picture for you, though. As anyone who has children knows, spending time in a waiting room can be...interesting. Add the fact that there are five children and only six seats and you can see how "interesting" it can be. Of course, I make a few sit on the floor by my feet. We need to be polite even if we seem a bit awkward.
So, I am sitting there, of course, doing some school (because what is the homeschool motto? have books, will travel) when a nicely dressed lady walks in and sits down. The receptionist asks her, "Would you like to go to the Relaxation Room?" and she leaves through the door. Do not think for a moment that I was not wondering if I may have driven her there...
Oh, and I need to spend a little time on the receptionist. She is so beautiful, inside and out. She is one of those women who sounds beautiful. When she answers the phone she says, "Thank you for calling, I CAN help you" (okay, it loses something in translation, but you have to trust me). You know those self-help tapes that have the soft, soothing voice of the lady telling you to relax and breath deeply and believe you are special? That must be her second job!
So, back to the waiting room which could be a form of natural birth control...I am sitting there, silently thinking that I MUST know about the Relaxation Room. I guess if I am the one driving people there, they are certainly not going to show me the way. Fast forward to today.....
I saw the relaxation room!
(in hushed tones for full affect)
I walked into the office and chatted it up with the receptionist, trying not to be obvious that I was wanting to see the Relaxation Room. She says (in her relaxing, soft and soothing voice), "Would you like some paraffin wax for your hands?" Never done it before, but YOU BETCHA! So, she took me back and I dipped my hands. She wrapped them in plastic wrap and put over-sized oven mitts on me and asked, "Would you like to sit in the Relaxation Room?" Another big YOU BETCHA on that one.
Now, the Relaxation Room is nothing spectacular. Just a dimly lit room with really comfy chairs, but I truly felt like I had "arrived". You know that feeling of longing being fulfilled? I was there. I have been to the other side and it was good. I have joined the group of "Relaxation Room Users". Compare that group to the "Are They All Yours...Bless Your Heart" group. It could be a real toss up to decide which group I would want to "live" in, but when it comes to seeing the dentist, I would rather the previous.
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May. 27, 2009 - Untitled Comment
Miss you.
Renee