Friday, April 20, 2007

Open your mouth and saw 'ouch'

So I am going to the Dentist today...

No big whoop right?
WRONG!

I've never been fond of the dentist. Call me crazy but I'm just not fond of someone poking around my mouth with stainless steel inquisition paraphernalia. (Don't get me wrong, a little consensual S&M type poking CAN be fun... ) Scraping and scratching. Poking and prodding. It's the invasion of my personal space that makes me more uncomfortable than anything else.

For the past few weeks an old filling has been bothering me so I decided the bite the bullet and make a dentist appointment. True I don't like the Dentist, but I don't like eating on one side of my mouth more...

It's been oh, say, um... 12-13 years since I last went. YEA! I know that's just not good and it's my own fault. I brush 3-4, sometimes 5 times a day, but me and floss have an extremely strained relationship. Floss don't like me and I don't like it. This is not going to be good...

I have a feeling I'll be paying for the new addition to his summer home. My prediction is at least 3 more visits after today. I do know I need at least two fillings replaced, and seeing as it's been over a decade since my last check up I'm guessing there's much more to deal with...

OH! and did I happen to mention his name is Dr. Raper?! I shit you not! His name is Raper.

Keep your fingers crossed for me... please!

4 comments:

John said...

Yikes.

I had a similar experience a few years ago. Went to the dentist for the first time in over 7 years.
Got the scolding of my life.
No cavities, because I too, am a religious brusher. But I needed 3 fillings replaced and 3 additional appointments for scaling. Got the whole "receding gums" speech and my hygenist STILL hounds me to floss... which I HATE more than anything. So I do floss... ...for about 4-5 days after my dental appointment and then I revert to my old floss-less ways.

Oh... and I had a Dentist in Kingston when I was in high school... his name was Dr Blade. (wonderful man - scary name)

Maria said...

Good Luck and who knows you might walk out of there with nothing more than replacing the OLD filing. (crossing my fingers for ya).

Or like my hubby who after not being to the dentist in 15 years had 15 cavities...OUCH!

Ma Horton said...

Sheesh , go to the dentist you people before your teeth end up in a jar .

Misster Kitty said...

*sigh*

Yes Ma...

(HA! I just felt like Laura Ingalls when she'd be scolded by Ma and or Pa.)