Alright, buckle up for a wild dental adventure! So, I was in a MOOD—think Grumpy because my old dental crew was about as fun as a root canal without anesthesia. Then, BAM, I tripped over Citrus Heights Dental (CHD) like it was fate or maybe just my clumsy self.
First up, Yana, the receptionist, swooped in like a superhero with a headset. I was practically growling, but she listened like I was reciting Shakespeare. Instant mood-lifter! Then, on D-day (D for Dental, duh), I met Irina. This woman was like a dental fairy godmother, holding my hand like I was a cranky toddler throwing a tantrum. And you know what? I needed that coddling, Irina. You’re a gem, and I’m sending you virtual hugs!
In the operating room, I got hit with the dynamic duo of Stephanie and Dr. Will. These two worked together like peanut butter and jelly, or maybe like Batman and Robin if they traded capes for dental tools. Pure magic! Then there’s Amanda—holy molars, she’s a straight-up rockstar human. Like, is she even allowed to be that awesome?
And don’t sleep on Sunny, Tanya, Marta, and Oleyosa. These folks are the Avengers of dental care, and I’m over here yelling, “I SEE YOU, LEGENDS!” Management better be showering them with gold stars and coffee gift cards because they’re the real deal. CHD, you turned my dental frown upside down. Thank you!