Plenty of dentists have patients who are blind. A subset of those dentists have patients who are blind and who use a guide dog. But I’m willing to bet that there’s a very small subset of those patients who put their dog in the dog house during a dental appointment.
I had to get my top four front teeth crowned. It wasn’t out of vanity. I was bulimic for thirteen years and the damage to my teeth during those years necessitated the crowns. The Problem was, there wasn’t room for the crowns. So, two years ago I put in my first set of Invisalign trays. Invisaligns are the 21st century version of braces. The entire process is fascinating but that’s a topic for another post. Success with Invisaligns rests largely with the compliance of the patient. The trays have to stay in twenty-two hours per day. I could take them out only to eat or drink something other than water. Then I had to brush my teeth and pop them back in.
I was ruthless in my compliance with this regime. I got new trays, a little tighter than the ones before, every other Wednesday. It became the joke between my husband and me that I’d need to rip the new trays out of my head by the end of the day and indulge in an adult beverage as a means of “medication” for having endured the “new Invisaligns” day.
The day finally arrived when Dr. Goodspeed did the crowns. He did them all at once, in a single appointment.
When Dr. Goodspeed does a procedure he wears a light on his head. My Seeing Eye dog, Kismet, has this thing about lights. She attacks them. If she sees sunlight or a flashlight shining on a wall or on the floor she pounces. I knew this would be a long appointment so I brought Kismet’s soft crate with me. A soft crate is collapsible and mine can be slipped in a carrying case with handles and a shoulder strap.
Kismet loves her house. Once I got it set up she dove in, turned around and smiled benignly at all of us. “Good,” I thought. “She’ll just stay right there and I won’t have to worry about her.
Then Dr. Goodspeed turned on his light. Kismet let out a loud bark and pounced. Sighing, I got up and stuffed her back in her house and zipped her in.
On came the light. “Woof.”
I rolled my eyes and asked Dr. Goodspeed’s assistant to drag crate and dog to a place from which she couldn’t see us. Kismet grumbled but soon settled down and spent the rest of the appointment doing her clever impersonation of an angel.
My new teeth look spectacular and it feels so good to have put the physical damage of my long ago problems with food behind me for good.
Two weeks after Dr. Goodspeed did the crowns I had another appointment just to make sure everything was good. The night before the appointment Dr. Goodspeed and I exchanged the following text messages:
Me: “Will you be using your light tomorrow? Should I bring Kismet’s house?
Dr. Goodspeed: “Yes, I will use my light. Appointment will be about an hour. Your call if you want to bring house. Doctor G.
I set up Kismet’s house, popped her in, and zipped her up. Turns out, there wasn’t much that needed doing. Just a little smoothing of my teeth that had the Invisalign attachments, some photographs, and I was good to go. “Are you done using your light?”
“Yep, all done.”
So I collapsed the house and slipped it in the carrying case.
By now Dr. Goodspeed was in the room across the hall with another patient. I stood, chatting with the folks who had become my friends with Kismet curled up at my feet, apparently dozing. Then, across the hall and in the other exam room, Dr. Goodspeed turned his head and his light shone on the wall. In the blink of an eye Kismet was outta there like a shot. She zipped across the hall and pounced on the light. Sigh. Dashing into the other room I grabbed my recalcitrant child. As I left the room the other patient was heard to exclaim, “What the heck was that?”