Trip #2 to the dentist today. I wasn’t nervous or anxious at all. Until I couldn’t find my mp3 player. Panic-stricken, I announced to the family that I couldn’t find it. Everyone scrambled to look for it, and suggest places to look. Well, everyone except my daughter. She was too busy watching “Camp Rock” online. God bless my husband. He found it on the dining room table. Whew!
When I went in, the hygienist was so super sweet, as usual. I showed her that I was ready with my mp3 player and she laughed and said, “I brought mine just in case your forgot yours.” Now how sweet was that? Very little “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee” tools were used. Just a lot of scraping. (After 10+ years, I would expect that)
Once she was finished, I kept running my tongue along my teeth. What a great feeling that was! I put off eating lunch as long as I could so I could keep that feeling.
I’m going back in January and I am actually looking forward to it. I know it will be a much better experience then, especially since this one wasn’t so bad!
I know that I read somewhere that dentists have the highest rate of suicide in all professions. I think that is sad. So be sure and thank your dentist next time, or at least smile at him. Unless you are numb. Then, just give him a thumbs up. Your smiling would just be weird with that trickle of drool coming out of your mouth that you can’t even feel.