[Linking up with yeahwrite and the speakeasy!]
I had to go to the dentist last week. I was scared. Should I have been scared? Yep.
I had to go to the dentist last week. I was scared. Should I have been scared? Yep.
So, here’s the quick and dirty background. My family lost their
dental insurance when I was in high school, and I stopped going to the dentist.
I’ve had a little bit of work done when
necessary, but no regular cleanings/checkups.
Until a few weeks ago, when I realized I’ve had dental
insurance for over a year and no longer have any excuse for not going to the
dentist.
So, I went.
On the up side, the hygienist was friendly and nice. Not
like my last experience with Doctor.
On the down side, it was like a scene out of Dexter (not
that I’ve ever seen Dexter. But I do have an imagination.)
It hurt. A lot. Even with the numbing gel.
You know it’s been too long since you went to the dentist
when they have to say things like:
Let this be a lesson to you all. Go to the dentist. Now. Before the plaque on
your teeth hardens and the dentist has to use a scalpel to get it off and blood
shoots everywhere and you’re totally traumatized.
And a quick follow up note: I had two cavities. I got one
filled last week, and hung out with Boyfriend right after, when my mouth was
still numb.
So quick, go to a dentist before you have to get a cavity
filled and it looks like you have bells palsy and your significant other
doesn’t want to kiss you.
