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Went to the dentist this morning. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. Not that it was more fun than…well about anything. But it wasn’t as painful as some dental visits have been. I’m sporting three new fillings on the top and am scheduled to return in two weeks for a few more on the bottom. And I still won’t be done. Nope. I have a crown that fell off and the dentist is trying to determine what to do about that tooth. The hygienist wants me back in after all that’s over for a flouride treatment (hopefully it won’t be as disgusting as the ones we did in elementary school), and there are the wisdom teeth. DH is off today, so he tagged along. This guy is such a sport to go sit in the dentist office and read magazines while I endure whatever it is I’m enduring. I did end up getting wet, but it wasn’t drool. The assistant doused my neck with water when she was rinsing out my mouth. Fortunately I’m not Elphaba and I didn’t melt.
Numb lips are a good reason to eat soup. We stopped at the grocery store after I was done to pick up a can and some tapioca pudding. It made for a nice lunch. After lunch, we did some housecleaning which kept my mind off the fact that I felt like I had a lip the size of a hot-air balloon.
Tomorrow it’s back to work.
I figured out what might be making me feel like crud this week. The hygienist gave me all sorts of dos and don’ts when I was at the dentist. One of the don’t things was drinking pop. So, I’ve cut it out. Cold turkey.
I’m probably going through caffeine and sugar withdrawal. Woo boy! It’s a fun ride let me tell you.
But, I’d rather have all my teeth for a few more years.
Just one more reason to hate going to the dentist. They manage to take away all the good things in life. *grin*
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?