|"My undying fealty to you sir!"|
I have a condition called extreme loyalty.
Maybe it was the way I was brought up to always respect authority that led to this lifelong condition I have of extreme loyalty. Wether my loyalty is to friends who have let me down, or a job that is no longer good for me or even a barber that doesn't cut my hair the way I like my hair cut.
I have a big problem changing my loyalty to whoever I happen to be attached to at the moment.
My last test of loyalty was changing barbers. I had to change barbers because my old barber was only on duty a few days a week. Plus, she is located down the ever more dangerous Route One (the deadly main thoroughfare to Rehoboth Beach which has already claimed three lives this season).
I finally made the break last month and started to see a new barber in Lewes. She cuts my hair just as well plus I have lessened my exposure to the Mad Max drivers on Route One. Mission accomplished although I continue to feel guilty by abandoning my barber Gail without so much as a "Goodbye." I just know she tears up whenever she thinks of my absence.
Now my latest test is changing dentists. I have a perfectly good dentist located even further down Route One. He is an excellent dentist, perhaps the best I've ever had. He always keeps my appointments on time. His office is spotless. His equipment (dental) is state of the art and up to date. He is friendly and takes time to talk to me. I only have two problems with him. HE.IS.EXPENSIVE. Buy hey, I think most dentists are expensive. The other problem is that his office doesn't submit my insurance claims. I have to deal directly with the insurance company myself which over the past two years has been extremely frustrating. Either they make my payment directly to his office (which they have done numerous times) or they claim they haven't received my claim. I just had to call them again this morning about a May 23rd, claim.
A few weeks ago my co-worker told me of a new dental office he had some of his dental work. He mentioned that not only were the dentists cute (we're both gay, we like good-looking men working on our mouths - what can I say?) but more important was their office is located in Milton, only a few miles up the road.
I love Milton. I like to do business in Milton. So close, easy parking and stress free driving UP Route One, away from the madness of the Horde going south on Route One to Rehoboth and destinations beyond. Plus, and this is a big PLUS, they submit the dental insurance paper work.
So folks, I'm considering changing dentists but that old guilty feeling is sweeping over me again. What will my old dentist think when I tell him I'm seeing a new dentist?
Help me get rid of this guilty feeling!