I heart my new dentist. A lot.

Okay so since I've moved out to SLC, I've been slowly trying to get doctors closer to me out here. About the dentist. Let's face it. I can barely schedule an appointment to begin with let alone arrange to drive out to Centerville. I used to go to Ford Huffaker who I love and if you live in the Centerville area I highly recommend him. Well, after asking around for recommendations, several people mentioned the Sugarhouse Dental Spa. I googled it and saw only positive reviews and it sounded like an interesting concept, a little pampering to draw you in never hurt anyone, right? (But I'll get to that in a minute) So I called and they accepted my new insurance so I made an appointment.

A week later, whether it be mental or not, two of my teeth started to hurt. Not bad but it DID remind me to call to ask for a prescription for antibiotics to avoid further nasty heart complications. While I was on the phone, I mentioned I was having pain and the receptionist immediately told me they would fit me in THAT DAY. She called me back a few minutes later and asked if I could come in at 1:00. Well, my teeth still hurt so I said yes.

After A LOT of run around (bribing a co-worker to take me to the pharmacy) leaving an hour early to get my car from the trax station, etc.) I finally made it. When I walked in I was greeted by the accomadating receptionist who gave me some paperwork, took me into the waiting room where she sat me down in a massage chair and asked if she could bring me a drink - tea, coffee, water. Dumbfounded, I asked for water. After 15 minutes in my massage chair, the hygeinist came to get me. She then gave me a paraffin wax treatment on my hands, covered my hands in warm mittens and asked if I preferred a hot or cold eye mask...Um...where am I? I shrugged and decided on hot. She put the mask on me and said, "I'm going to massage your temples with some eucalyptus essential oil before we start." Oookay. Yes. Allowed. Then she began to clean my teeth which normally makes me cringe but since my eyes were covered with a warm mask and my temples smelled of eucalyptus, I didn't care. The hygeinist was sooo nice. She talked to me the whole time but not in that awkward dentist way. I really felt comfortable. After my cleaning, a girl came in and gave me a neck and shoulder massage.

Then I waited for the dentist. When he came in, I was a little taken back for a few reasons. First, he was wearing an Abercrombie and Fitch T-Shirt and jeans. Second, he was GORGEOUS. I mean, the sight of him was a revelation. (Keep in mind, I went into this knowing he's openly gay. The office touts itself as gay friendly and a referral and mentioned he dated her son) Dr. Graham is one of those men that is so perfect they have to be gay...sigh..and he is. (Author's note: I am marrying the most perfect GORGEOUS straight man alive) In retrospect, it's a good thing that he's gay otherwise I would have been far too uncomfortable around him to function. He sweetly introduced himself and looked in my mouth and said, "Aw, you grind your teeth." A small argument ensued about this but he won...only to be confirmed by Mike when I got home...I apparently DO grind my teeth. And the pain in my teeth is from clenching my jaw. He put his hands on my jaw and said, "Well there's your problem. Your jaw is so tight, poor thing." Yes, I AM a poor thing!!! Finally someone acknowledges this. :) He gave me some advice and then finished his exam. He did find one cavity and I have never been so excited to get a cavity filled in my life. Then, yes, he met me at the receptionist's desk with a latte. Yeah, that DID happen. And my co-pay was the same as it was with my old dentist. Hooray!!!!! Then, I got a really neat packet of dental supplies. I can't wait to go back.