She got very upset when everyone started speaking in dental terminology. She said she felt like an alien being dropped on Earth, as she was the only one who hadn't a clue what the one-one or three-six was. She had made it her mission to learn every single term the dental team used.
Now she knew the tooth denotation and even told her back in layman's terms that one was an upper right central incisor and a three-six was a bottom left first molar. And for every surgery that was spoken in dental terms, she would translate it back in layman's terms.
And it was Evonne's job, being the big boss and the specialist of the practice, to always correct Susan if she ever made a mistake. "That's why a majority of the time, patients having gum recession tend to want a gingival graft," Evonne added.
"Again, I gave her forty-five minutes so you could talk to her properly. You get a break at 10:45. Then at 11:00, you have Mrs. Chocolate coming in for her deep scaling. She said she's allergic to adrenaline local anesthetic, so I asked Molly to stock up on some Citanest cartridges for you.
You know how fussy she is." "Not the Mrs. Karlen Chocolate," Evonne whined and rested her head on the reception countertop. She was getting a headache already just hearing the name.
Mrs. Karlen Chocolate was nothing like her name. She wasn't tall or stalk-like.
If Evonne were able to rename Mrs. Chocolate, she would call her Mrs. Burnett because the woman was just so round. And she talked a lot. There were many subjects she talked about, so Evonne just wished today's topic wouldn't linger on husbands and babies because she didn't want to hear it at the moment. Husband + babies + over thirty = a bad combination for Evonne.
"It's all right. You could always shut her up with suction in her mouth. Or even better, just drown the woman. Give her a lesson in not talking too much," Susan suggested. "I would love to shut her up, as you say, but we can't go around drowning our patients, now can we? I might lose my practicing certificate."
"You are right, Dr. Evonne Marina Willard." "Thank you, Susan, but tell me this. Why do all my patients' names start with B today?" "I have no idea. Probably fate," Susan suggested. "Aye, aye, maybe fate," Evonne said. Maybe fate would lead her to her future husband too.
The first thing Evonne did when she crossed the threshold of her surgery was to close her eyes and inhale the fresh, clean scent. It smelled of sterile equipment and alcohol.
The scent still lingers even after the cleaners had done their job. Evonne liked coming into the clinic at this time of the morning when everything was so peaceful. The tick-tocking of the clock drew her attention. She sighed. Another thirty minutes to go before Mrs. Bennett was due for her stitch removal.