Yesterday I went to see my dentist of 30 years. The first time I saw him, shortly after I moved to Ft. Lauderdale, he examined my teeth and said: “There’s a lot of work I could do in there but until they start bothering you I say let’s leave them alone.”
And over three decades he pretty much has. A few years ago he told me that he’d like to get a partner, but the people coming out of dental school are all aggressive in their approach, recommending unnecessary procedures so they can pay off their student loans.
Yesterday, after the rigorous cleaning from the hygienist, he looked in my mouth and noted with satisfaction: “Your 37 fillings are all still there where they were last time.”
