If it is possible to love a dentist office, this one was worthy of it. A great waiting room, the most delightful staff, professional care, and my children loved to go to the dentist. A perfect score.
Then, we moved.
The next dentist was going to have big shoes to fill, but he didn't even kind of do it. I won't tell you about the nightmare experiences we had there (and I am a pretty easy-going mom). It was BAD.
Next, we tried out the family dentist our librarian recommended. He was good. Nice, clean office, competent and lovely staff, completely acceptable experience all around . . . except that he made me feel like a terrible mother at each visit. No, we don't brush enough. No, we don't floss at all. No, I don't brush my kids' teeth until they can write their names in cursive--they brush their own. Yes, we eat candy. Yes, we eat sugar. Yes, a couple suck their thumb. Yes, one bites her nails.
Look, they are at the freaking dentist every six months and they are dressed appropriately for the weather. What more do you want from me, man?!
With this most recent move, I began looking for recommendations. You really want to hit the nail on the head the first time around because of the rigmarole of the first visit. What a pain. I started with the most recommended and . . .
they don't accept medicaid.
Second office doesn't either.
Third office only accepts medicaid patients under the age of eight. Exasperated, I said, "That only covers half of my children!" Once I explained the situation, they kindly scheduled all of my people.
This is a point I try to make with local businesses: we are a good investment. If you get one of us, you're going to get six more (and we won't always be on state insurance).
So, we're off.
Got another trip planning poll for you. Top left corner.