Redefining Normal
When I lived in Nashville those eight years, while I pursued my doctorate at Vanderbilt, when you were told by a doctor or dentist that you needed some procedure, medicine or treatment, you knew you had some medical necessity requiring action. And so it was that when upon completing my coursework our family moved back to the west coast—specifically to Los Angeles--we were in a state of deep trust that the same would hold true here. Sadly, that has not been the case. For instance, when I went to a new dentist for the first time, he put a 20x magnifying lens to one of my front teeth to show me some wear and tear on the bottom edge that I had never noticed before and that he felt compelled to fix. Reflected back by the enlarging lens, the tooth’s edge looked like the Grand Canyon and I immediately agreed. On went some cosmetic dentistry miracle that required a bit of filing away of what until that moment I had thought of as perfectly normal tooth. It cost some bucks and looked dazzling and if that was the end of the story, I probably wouldn’t be writing about it.
