Dental-phobes have no fear!
I was a rabid anti-Dentite, nearly breaking into tears at the thought of a check-up, until I met Dr. Yarborough and hygienist-extraordinaire, Dotty. Now I see that my childhood dentist were well-meaning, but didnít quite know how to handle me, and their hygienists were sadists. None of that stabbing you in the jaw and then berating you for bleeding for Dottie. She is gentle, but thorough, and leaves the guilt trips up to your mom. Dr. Yarborough is warm and friendly, but not overly chatty, perhaps realizing that no one wants to have a conversation with a suction tube in their mouth. Best of all, he is very sympathetic to those of us who are less than brave, and his shot technique is virtually flawless. The rest of the office staff are very nice, and there is none of that shaking you down for a check before you even see the doctor. After the work is done, they bill your insurance first, then send you a bill for the rest.
The office itself isnít fancy schmancy. It appears to be an old renovated ranch house, so it can be a little cramped, but the atmosphere is laid-back and I feel much more comfortable there than I would in some snooty Buckhead hi-rise. You donít have to wear your Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes for a cleaning. The place is very clean and the equipment is new and well-maintained. Iím never going to look forward to a dental check-up like at kid at Christmas, but I no longer avoid it like a snake in the backyard, and thatís really saying something.