The last time I went to my dentist's office was with Andrew. When he needed to have a referral for his wisdom teeth to be pulled. Tooth Doctor has always been amazing to me, and she was just as kind to Andrew, though he didn't recognize it. Tooth Coordinator was always sweet to me, but was an absolute angel to have on our side when coordinating Oral Surgeons, insurance, and life.
Tooth Coordinator wasn't there when I called to schedule my appointment. I almost panicked because MY Tooth Coordinator is better than any other potential Tooth Coordinator. I went to the appointment; MY Tooth Coordinator was there- she had just been on vacation. I was relieved. Things here were right. At least order is maintained at the dentist.
Tooth Assistant was the one who x-rayed Andrew's teeth. She was always weird, and kept jabbering about not catching my hair on the lead vest Velcro. Tooth Hygienist wasn't ever Andrew's; small favors.
Tooth Doctor told me all about my beautiful teeth and not as amazing gums. Tooth Doctor says she's always wanted a tattoo, but never knew what to get. Then tooth doctor pets the Cthupid tattoo on my forearm. Tooth Doctor gently prods me into telling her about Andrew. She says she had wanted to call a hundred times since August, but was terrified that I would tell her that he had died. Tooth Doctor was the most intimate human contact I've had in weeks.
Tooth Coordinator comes in to the dental nook. Tooth Coordinator sees Tooth Doctor add I chatting, laughing, Tooth Coordinator asks if we've been friends for years. We say no. Tooth Coordinator also asks about Andrew, but starts saying he's in a better place, so I cut her off. Tooth Coordinator is shaken, and rushes through the coordination of my teeth and insurance. Tooth Coordinator cries, and I cry. Crying in the dentist's office is strange. Regular doctors have Kleenex everywhere, dentists don't.
