I hate the dentist, not the actual dentist (she is a lovely woman) but the trip to the chair that results in an hour of pure torture. As a kid, I recall popping in and out of the dentist chair in under 15 minutes. These days I am there no shorter than 2 episodes of 'Seinfeld' which is what was on the flat screen above my head this evening.
Apparently, I have terrible oral health. I thought using all of the Crest Pro-Health line would get me out of a painful visit but unfortunately that didn't happen. God bless my hygienist who stuck with me after several rinses, apologies and inquires on how I can stop the madness in my mouth. I swear when I sit in that chair I feel 9 years old asking what the best way to brush my teeth is and how to floss properly.
The outcome of my visit was this: I am a tarter builder. Apparently, some of us just are made that way due to genetics and chemicals and such. Secondly, I am a bleeder and squeamish. My gums can not handle being poked and prodded and my body fights it all the way down to my toes. Another thing is that I need to visit the dentist every 3 months until they say otherwise. I will pay for this. Lastly, my top two wisdom teeth need to be pulled. This just put me over the top and I cried the whole way home. Trips to the dentist have just become too much for me.
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