I discovered a private dentist who takes dentical. I couldn't believe it. His office secy said he'd fill my tooth with composite if I pay an extra $50. Good deal, I thought.
I get to the office and an overweight Newt Gringwitch look alike lays me out in the chair and while he's in my mouth pulling on my lip without understanding lips are sensitive to being stretched, he starts this weird preaching, and of course it's a solliloquoy because his hands are in my mouth.
"You grind your teeth," he states. "You should go behind a tree and ask Him to have you stop."
Yep, you heard it. I couldn't comment but I saw the hygeniest flinch just a bit, like she's heard it before.
Later on when he asks if I have knowledge of the scriptures and then states that only "He" can help the grinding, that teeth guards don't help, people just "*** thru 'em" , I correct him on his scriptures and tell him the God he refers to is mentioned as a "them" not a "he". He clips his trap shut for a moment as if he's sizing up an opponent, and proceeds sizing up the psychological makeup of the grinder.
He works without a mask by the way, so I see his thin, pale lips blurting through the bloatedness of his chin and cheeks. I thought there was a law against this.
Mind you I would have been humored if I'd seen this situation on a comedy or horror show, but it's me dealing with denti-cal, and I'm truly horrified he's gotten away with this for so long.
Is this the way it works? Some dentist accepts denti cal -- not some clinic but a private dentist-- but he's a loonatic preacher and you have to listen to him while he does work in your mouth. I consider this rape. When he was tugging on my lip I had a sick sense of sexual assault, as if he was masterbating, blah blah blah about how kind he is blah blah blah..to etch this time out of his retirement to do dental work for poor people.
He has to tell people how wonderful he is by capturing audiences in his dental chair? Grinders have hard life, dead beat husbands, do drugs, drink, etc. as if he thought he knew exactly the inner soul workings of the grinder. He is a dentist/sick preacher who molest the innocent -- in his chair. He obviously doesn't see that grinding is like stuffing one's face...look at his belly, the stress balloon of his own soul!
But if I said that I'd be in a horror movie, he may pull too hard and tear my face off. Oh but he gets his jollys about stretching on the lips of females, no doubt. Maybe people who have abused their health and neglected their teeth for decades because of drugs and alcohol go to him to have done "simple procedures" as he said he does to low income people, but if you have your head on your shoulders and want to keep your teeth in your head, I suggest passing this one by, or going to his office and exorcising the bejeezus out of him.
Oh, ...he told me his wife left him and shops in Beverly Hills now, while I was laid out, now who cares? By the way my tooth wasn't done right...I am sure he cracked it as it hurts more than it did before I went in, and he has no emergency number. I called four times, no return call. I had to call the office two more times and was told it's normal, to wait and see. Meanwhile I got a call later that afternoon to say they won't be able to see me for further treatment...no kidding. I did tell him I write a consumer column for a newspaper...in fact, I thought it was funny because it's for the "Bethlehem Press" !! You should have seen his face!