Monday, April 25, 2011

Whining about the dentist

Today, dental appointment.  Yay.  Can you feel my enthusiasm?

Let's face it, I have kind of put off the dentist for like.....3 years or so.  My last dentist was one of those guys who keeps telling you that drills don't really hurt, and that fire coming from your mouth is the newest way of clearing out cavities.  You know, like ground clearing in the forest.  Perfectly natural.  Possibly holistic.  We're still waiting for the research to come in.

Then I got the letter from the office saying that my insurance didn't pay enough for the evil things he does to peoples' mouths, so they were dropping all of the patients with insurance X, but I sure was welcome to keep seeing him on a paying basis.

No thanks buddy, I can switch to a dentist with newer torture devices, thank you very much!

Unfortunately, that's when my superpower switched on for the first time in my life.  I am a mutant folks, and my power is  (duh duh duuuuuuuh):


I can take something that I really should do today, and manage to shove it off for weeks!  Years!  I'm not yet strong enough to do it for decades, but we're getting there.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to need some kinda low cut, bright colored spandex catsuit or something...maybe a cape, but if the Incredibles have taught me anything, I should probably skip the cape.  I'm not really into airplane engines.

Maybe I could look like these guys?

I definitely procrastinated getting a new dentist, what with work and life stuff, the thought would enter into my mind and then someone would ask me something, and *poof*, thought gone for another month.  So when I went to this appointment and was asked how long it had been since I last got cleaned, all I could manage was "three years?  oh, and this tooth hurts when i eat now?"

At least the staff was really nice.  They all assured me that I sure must brush routinely (I do), and floss all the time (ummmm...yeah when I have shit like chicken wings stuck in my teeth), and it really could be worse than it was.  Now hold still while I get a chisel off all this plaque....
Me before my cleaning-this is what 3 years of not going to the dentist does- not bad huh?

Actually, it wasn't too bad, at least I don't have any cavities.  And now look at me:
Lookin' good!

Remember, it's just a ride.

1 comment:

  1. Only one thing I hate more than actually going to a dentist is finding one. Glad you found one that works for you!