Don’t Skip the Dentist
Because I know you are all so invested in the status of my muffin, this morning it is warm. And the weather is warm-ish which means the Starbucks is not cold. This is a most lovely thing. I thought about getting an iced coffee to celebrate, but then I decided not to since it’s still a little cool outside and morning just seems like a hot coffee kind of time. I actually love iced coffee, though. It’s a wonderful thing. It never goes the wrong way, temperature wise. Where hot coffee cools down to warm, luke-warm and then cold coffee which is kind of gross, iced coffee just keeps getting colder. As long as you drink it before the ice all melts, you’re fine. That is the beauty of iced coffee.
Who likes going to the dentist? Seriously, show of hands. No one? That’s what I thought. Yeah, no one likes going to the dentist, but, as a responsible adult, I figured I should go ahead and make an appointment for that now that we have the whole insurance thing sorted out. Also they keep thinking I’m my cousin and calling my mom about an appointment I didn’t make. I thought maybe I should go in and straighten that out too.
So I bravely made an appointment and drove up to get my teeth cleaned like a good adult who cares about her teeth and you now what I got for it? A cavity. Growing up I never had cavities, which is funny, cause my siblings had them all the time. Not me. Apparently my teeth were too far apart for that or something. I don’t know, I never took particularly good care of them or anything, but I guess I did alright. I had my first cavity when I was in 7th grade, I think. I don’t remember it being too bad, but it was a little one so they didn’t give me anything to numb it, they just went right in and did whatever they had to do.
This is both encouraging and frighting as far as memories go. My head is saying “oh it wasn’t that bad” and my paranoia is saying “Oh man, what if it was that bad? What if we just blocked it out to protect you? What if they have to numb your mouth this time? Brother says that sucks! You’ll be drooling all over the place and no one will be there to help you!” And I have to admit, the idea of them sticking a needle into my gums is not a pleasant one. The thought of them drilling into my teeth is not a pleasant one either. The whole thing is just one big unpleasant thought all together.
This is what I get for skipping a cleaning. I thought I could get away with going to the dentist once a year, but nope, apparently that’s how you get cavities. Okay, I’ll admit it, I thought about just making another cleaning appointment for the fall and forgetting about the cavity all together. I mean it doesn’t hurt or anything. It doesn’t bother me, so it can’t be that bad, right? But no, I did the big girl thing and made the appointment to get it filled. This being a responsible adult thing is unfortunate. I can’t even blame someone else for the unpleasant experience. My teeth, my appointment, my fault.
I guess the moral of the story here is, don’t skip out on your cleanings, kids. That’s how you get cavities. Have a lovely day, my friends.