I arrived on time for my appointment at 10:30 and was told to take a seat to wait for a few minutes [normal]. I then remembered Sam wanted to explain something to them so called him and passed the phone over to the receptionist. This may not have helped my case, but from this point forward I'm pretty sure no one spoke to me, not a word. I returned to my seat on the sofa and sat there for nearly 40 minutes waiting to be taken to the examination room. So, what was the purpose of that appointment I had? Not only that, but while sitting there waiting I heard the receptionist on the phone with insurance (I assume) talking about me. I knew the situation (insurance of the man who hit me covered the initial costs, but I'd be paying for the repair of the tooth today since we'd settled things with insurance since my last visit), but she made no attempt to discuss it with me. This didn't bother me so much as I may not have been able to explain the full situation anyway, but things only got worse.
I was busying myself on my phone when I looked up and noticed one of the assistants standing with a chart in her hands and a confused/shy/scared look on her face. When we made eye contact she waved me over, no words, not 안녕하세요(hello), 오세요 (please come) or even 스테파니 (my freaking name), nothing. I couldn't help but laugh as I walked along side her to the examination room, but not to let it bother me thinking she was just one of the typical 'shy' people that were afraid of the scary foreigner (you'd be surprised how many people have told me I'm scary - boyfriend included). At least now I was in a chair, right? Wrong. It was another 30 minutes before I was scene by the dentist, and for the entire time no one said a word to me. It was as if I didn't even exist.
When he finally did come over the dentist mumbled something about being busy, and promptly got to work. I can say that he was efficient in doing his job, seemingly doing good work but I couldn't help, but wonder what was going on in my mouth. Eventually the cover was lifted, chair moved to the upright position and mirror handed my way. I can't say I'm 100% happy with what he did, but I do have a full set of teeth once again and the entire (physical) process was painless. As I stood to leave, not because anyone really told me to but rather I was handed my purse and kind of gestured out of the room I was met with not 1, or 2 but 8 'deer in headlights' stares. I felt like everyone was looking at me as if I were a monkey in a god damn cage as I thanked the dentist and made my departure.
Back at reception I still had to pay for my treatment, and once again, rather than even making an attempt to talk to me I was told to just call my friend. I thought maybe there was a complex explanation (considering the phone call I had overheard earlier), but after listening to what she told Sam I was wrong. I caught the gist of everything she told him, which Sam confirmed when I was handed the phone and he echoed her speech. It's one thing when I get frustrated trying to speak Korean with people, or not understanding something, but to not even be given the chance hurts in a different way. I've said a million times that I only cry in moments of pure frustration, and sitting in that examination chair today, staring out the window, playing the waiting game and feeling alone, I came damn close.