I have a confession to make. I have not had my teeth cleaned in a over a decade. I know. Gross. I know a lot of people fear going to the dentist. And I am certainly among them. I have had two wisdom teeth removed in the past nine years, but no cleaning. So, obviously, I’m not afraid of the pain.
It’s the sounds. EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee! Yikes! Sends me into a state of Rigor mortis. I would come out of there as stiff as a stiff. My muscles would ache from the tension. Seemed hardly worth it. I’ve been blessed with good teeth (thank you, Dad). And, I brush, brush, brush so that I don’t HAVE to go to the dentist.
I make sure the kids go (well, actually, Tom does, but I would do it too). The other day I took my daughter for a follow-up and she was really nervous. Afraid it would hurt. (They were filling a pit) After she was done, I told her I was really proud of her and that I would make an appointment myself.
YIKES! I timidly went up to the window and asked for an appointment. The receptionist smiled and said, “Sure we can get you in on Monday!” (four days away) YIKES! YIKES! YIKES! I took a deep breath and said, “Okay.”
After four days of anxiety, I got up Monday morning and everyone in the house said, “Good luck! You can do it!” I don’t think I’ve had that much support since I gave birth to my daughter!
I took my mp3 player and cranked it up. The hygienist was extremely nice and completely understood. In fact, she told me at one time, “Okay, I’m going to use a Sonic “something or other” and it makes a high-pitched squeal, so crank it up!!!” I could still hear it, but it was in the background of Aerosmith, so I was good.
Best news of all, NO CAVITIES! My dentist even said, “Hey, for someone who has been away for so long, your teeth look good. Like someone who wants to avoid the dentist!” I do have to go back for another follow-up cleaning. It has been so long, she couldn’t do it all at once. I’m not at all worried.
As long as my mp3 player is juiced up, I’m all over it. I even promised to come back in 6 months.
Thank goodness for technology. And Aerosmith.