Why anyone would ENJOY the dental profession is beyond me (no offense, Krista…btw I tried to call you after my visit…). I went to the dentist this morning because I thought I had 1,339,089 cavities in my mouth. Turns out I had one cavity and a hole in one of my teeth. At least it was GOOD news, considering my preconceived fears. I was glad it was only ONE. So I’m lying in the chair, he pulls out first a needle, then something similar to a SLEDGE HAMMER, then something akin to a honkin’ drill and goes to town in my mouth, all the while the dental assistant continually shoves the huge water-sucker—two sizes of them–in the back of my throat. Teeth sawdust is flying everywhere. That’s just wrong. At one point, my mouth started trembling from having it open so long! 40 minutes and 322 tools later, I’m all fixed…(btw…he complimentary (yeah, right) adjusted my bite. i.e. more teeth dust everywhere) I’m currently back at work, talking with a lisp, my teeth are becoming aware to the pain of the previously mentioned “preventative measures,” and I have to think…people enjoy this?!?!?!
Sorry…no pics to post of my dental visit. lol. Gotta wipe up the pool of drool off my keyboard…. Wasn’t this a lovely blog…
