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Join Date: Aug 2000
Location: a wretched hive of scum and villainy
Posts: 55,652
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In 1973 my family had just moved to kalifornia.
a local kid thought he owned the neighborhood. I got the best of him but he ended up breaking off one of my front teeth.
My mother got a dentist to open his office at 9 pm and put a temporary crown on my tooth.
My parents couldn't afford a white crown so I got a silver one right in front, that led to more fights but at least it didn't hurt. A few years later I got rid of the silver crown.
That dentist that opened up his office and took care of us became our family dentist until he retired and his son took over.
I ended up having to go to different dentists because of insurance coverage etc. but eventually came back and his son is my dentist now, 45 years later. And I trust him completely.
Having a really good dentist is more important than having a good doctor IMO.
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