Say ahhhhh please
Posted October 15, 2008on:
Yesterday I went to the dentist. I don’t like going to the dentist because it always involves pain. Yes. Always. But I like eating with teeth, so I go. You spend an hour or so laying back in a chair, which on the surface sounds nice. But while you lay there, some masochistic people poke around at your sensitive gum tissue with sharp instruments while you drool and try to answer their questions with your mouth wide open. Yeah.
I had my plaque scaled with some ultrasonic torture instrument. When the hygienist first described what she was going to do, it sounded sort of interesting. Ultrasonic? Sure, sign me up. And then we’ll blast off to the moon in a supersonic space ship.
I must have forgot I was at the dentist and there was no way this would be a good thing. It just meant that not only was she poking around under my gum line, but she was doing it with an instrument that vibrated faster than the eye could see. It made me drool faster than the eye could see too.
You would think that would have been enough. Nope. Then I had to be humilated as she used that lovely hook of death to measure my gums. Three times on each side of every tooth. I was lucky it was a sturdy chair because I might have ended up digging my way through it to the floor with my heels and bum.
This was the fun visit though. Now I start the process of getting cavities filled, wisdom teeth pulled, and a crown replaced.
Did I mention I hate going to the dentist?