She had the perfect teeth that only a cosmetic orthodontist's daughter can ever have. I was in the classiest and most tastefully--kind of--dentists office I've ever seen in my life. I was trying to distract myself from the truly traumatizing before and after photos of Turkish movie stars and commoners with the oil paintings on the wall which were truly fabulous--and were all actually
his own work. The tasteful African artifacts, fossils, antiquated Greek Bust and collection of Meerschaum Pipes add to the ambiance of education and lovely personality.
There was only a couple flies in the ointment...
1. Being that there didn't appear to be any Diplomas or Certificates of Continuing Education dating after 1991
2. The Dental Sterilization Machine was on a counter in the Kitchen right next to a sink full of dirty dishes.
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That evening, I sat in an embarrassingly squeaky overstuffed leather chair in the reception area of an Orthopedists waiting while my girls and their mother consulted with the bone specialist about some foot...back....bone problems they had--problems invisible to me (someone who has been seeing these childrens nude bodies everyday for 5 months).
The older girl came out and informed me that she was going to start wearing a back brace at home. But not because she has spinal problems, or chronic pain. She is going to wear what sounds entirely Medieval to me something that will train her to sit with better posture (i don't know why they don't just use scarves to tie her to a chair like they did during the Victorian era.
