For someone who dislikes the dentist so much, I’ve been spending an awful lot of time there recently.
You see, I went a couple weeks ago for my routine six month check up. I’d been taking fine care of my teeth, still not flossing as much as I should, but not neglecting them or chowing down on sweets. Basically, same old, same old.
So then WHY did I have six tiny cavities? Three on each side of my top teeth?
It doesn’t make any sense! And it’s not fair!
And neither of those sentiments have any bearing on the fact that I have to get them all filled – in two separate appointments.
Last Wednesday was the first one. I had a few hours between work and class, so what better way to kill time than in a dentist’s chair? With a drill in my mouth? And so numb that I’m drooling?
During the torture, I realized that even though I’ve been numbed before, I hadn’t been that numbed for that long ever. The procedure was over around 3:30 or so, and I didn’t regain full feeling until close to 6:30 – an hour and a half into class.
Imagine trying to be friendly and outgoing and make good impressions when smiling makes you look like you still, “got a little joker action going,” as the boyfriend put it.
I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think that’s in How to Win Friends and Influence People.
So why do I bring this up now? Because the second appointment is this afternoon. I will again be subjected to various tools picking at my teeth and again have to go to class resembling a deranged villain. One who drools.
Everyone will be clamoring to sit next to me. Guaranteed.
