If I polled all of
you about what you like most about our profession, I’d likely get a variety of
responses, including:
...every
day is different
...I
pick and choose which treatments I provide
...the
predictable hours
...the
money
...owning
my own business
Don’t get me wrong,
those are all viable reasons for loving a profession, and ours in general.
However, there’s one thing that stands out most to me over my nearly five years
as a practitioner—the people. Wow! I already have more stories than I could
spend a week telling.
Believe it or not,
I’m not wired as an extravert or someone who is recharged by social
stimulation. It’s something I have to constantly work at, especially since I
meet, greet, and small talk with close to 30 patients, not to mention my staff,
on a daily basis.
It’s been an
interesting journey through dental school and into private practice, learning
to manage the clinical, as well as social/patient-management, aspects of dentistry.
But it’s something I’ve fallen in love with, something that keeps me pouring
that morning cup of joe and getting to work on time (which if you know me,
actually NEVER happens) each and every day. The relationships I’ve built with
patients have been such a blessing. I could talk about a number of people in
particular, but since it’s so fresh in my mind (We finished today!), I thought
I’d tell you a little about “Bob.”
Bob came to me on
a Tuesday in November 2012. He had only a few teeth remaining and wanted “a
whole new set.” He wasn’t just looking for teeth he took in and out, but ones
that looked, felt, and functioned just like normal teeth. And not just that,
but he wanted them like right then and there—so much so that we performed
surgery just two days later. This is where Bob’s case got difficult—and where
it got fun.
I love it when you
go to one of those continuing education (CE) seminars in which the lecturing
dentist or specialist shows the beautiful, picture-perfect esthetic cases to
all those attending; it must be an instant ego boost for them. It’s the same
idea with Facebook. You, I, and all our friends post the coolest, most
impressive snippets of our lives for everyone to see. It’s awe-inspiring and
depressing at the same time.
This story is not like
that. For the better part of a year and a half, Bob and I have met at least two
or three times per month, working on his esthetics case. During that time, we
had a failed implant that had to be replaced, I went on vacation for a month, he
traveled for work, and my lab dropped the ball when we were just about to
finish the case, setting us back an additional few months. You get the picture.
This was no “ego
boost, show it off to your peers at the local study club” kind of case. My
assistants seriously had enough of me and my patient on multiple occasions. It
was quite a learning experience and a case (and patient) that I’ll never
forget. It wasn’t perfect; I could have changed 50 things about the case from
start to finish. However, that’s not the point.
We persevered,
gained a new appreciation for patience, and learned an absolute ton along the
way. Through it all though, I made a friend. My staff made a friend. Bob made
many friends. As crazy as it sounds, I’ll miss seeing Bob every week, being perplexed
as to why the framework STILL DOESN’T FIT FOR THE TENTH TIME! Though I’m sure
he won’t miss the hours spent in the chair—many of them snoring!
I wouldn’t trade these types of experiences for anything. Other dentists might tell you otherwise, but THIS is why I do dentistry!
I wouldn’t trade these types of experiences for anything. Other dentists might tell you otherwise, but THIS is why I do dentistry!
Donald Murry III, DMD
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