My dentist prefers that you call him Ryan

Technically he introduced himself as Dr Ryan, but I'm pretty sure that I could get away with Ryan. You see, it turns out that my criteria of "closest to my apartment" when search for a dentist out here has led me into the new age of dentistry. Some might call it the New Face of Dentistry. (Seriously, click the link.)

Frankly, it's too early to tell whether I like the new face or the old face of dentistry. I'll be honest: we pretty much accomplished nothing during my first visit. There was a lot of chatting with the hygienist (who used to live in DC, has a husband who knew HBS and Duke people), lots of x-rays taken (and re-taken), and only a few minutes looking at my teeth. There wasn't even a cleaning. For a few minutes it felt like I was getting an estimate on car work, and then, in fact, I got an estimate. Or will, whenever the "encrypted email" arrives.

Since I have no fewer than three more appointments before the end of the year, here are my thoughts about what the future holds:

1. I'm fairly concerned by the website. First, the whole patient/guest thing is dumb. Guess what: one is not a guest if one requires local anesthetic on a visit. Second, look at the website again. Specifically, try and read this. While it's nice to be recognized with Capital Letters, I'd really feel a lot better if the grammar didn't suck. Read the sentence about putting stuff into my mouth and restoring my tooth. WTF?
2. My appointment was at 5, and my visit was definitely rushed because Dr. Ryan was taking his hygienists to happy hour. No joke. This was mentioned at least three times.
3. Rather than asking that I have my previous dental records transferred out here, he told me that he would assume I received terrible care in the past. I actually kind of like that attitude, but only if he brings it strong.
4. He started singing a Siouxie and the Banshees song and we got into an argument as to whether it was Siouxie or Ace of Base. No one should ever mix up these groups. The hygienist actually called Doc Ryan "stupid" for getting them confused. He said he hated to be wrong, and so he rarely was. Hmm. Misplaced intellectual confidence. Not a great sign for a dentist.

So, given all that, why am I going back? Well, others say good things about him, he is convenient, and then there's this:

5. HDTV. And tiny cameras. And digital x-rays. And text message appointment reminders. Ryan has certainly invested in technology, and as everyone knows, I am a sucker for unnecessary technology. I was hooked when I walked in and started signing documents on a computer monitor. When he then showed me photographs of my silver fillings that were starting to deteriorate (I guess they don't last forever) I was smitten. I'm pretty sure that at some point he will integrate the iPhone into my treatment. I'm giddy with anticipation.
   

If you have a spare one of these...

I'm starting to feel like going on a gadget buying spree. My last consumer electronics purchase was quite some time ago, and given that the iPhone won't come out for a couple more months, well, the itch needs to be scratched. So if you happen to have any of the following, please send one my way. Or, don't send me one and make me pay for it myself.

• A Nintendo Wii. The arrival of Tiger Woods Golf and 100% positive feedback from people who have it make me feel like it could be a good fit in Apartment 403. Plus, Huan is Asian so he must love video games.
  
• New speakers for my bedroom. They should also charge my iPod.
  
• A digital camera that takes better pictures in the dark. I need a camera that is better tuned for dark bars full of pale people with mysteriously red cheeks.
• A Crackberry. I've prided myself on not having a job where I was important enough to require constant email access, but since I don't know where anything is in Seattle it might be nice to have the mobile Interwebs.
• A TV that looks good in a 550 sq ft apartment looks puny in a 1200 sq ft apartment. This would not. Plus, I have TV envy and I'm afraid that even my parents will have 50" of hang-on-the-wall goodness before too long.

(BTW, getting paid once a month kind of stinks. When you have these urges towards the end of a month and look at your bank account it can be rather depressing.)