There's Something to be Said for Good Oral Hygiene

So, anyhow, it's Wednesday here folks. Boy, how time flies. Went to the dentist today. I'm the only one in our family that goes to this dentist. Everyone else sees one in town. I travel to see mine. I love my dentist. He's a very shy, soft-spoken, kind of nerdy guy. I've been seeing him for about twelve years now. But, as much as I like my dentist, I hate getting my teeth cleaned. My teeth are actually in very good shape. I do floss and use my Sonicare religiously.  But, I still about hit the ceiling at times when the hygienist hits that nerve. And the poor lady keeps having to scoot closer and bring my head closer because I keep scooting away.  I have very sensitive teeth. I could go for that sedation dentistry they advertise on the radio. So, anyhow, she's cleaning my teeth and talking away about her problems with the post office losing a package and I'd love to be able to respond, but I can't because she has her hands in my mouth. And then I start wondering, how do those hygienists stand it. They kind of have to keep up this running monologue all day  long because no one can answer them. Or if they do, the answers are few and far between. Do they repeat the same story all day long? Do they think of new stuff? Hmm. So, she gets done and does that pokey thing to see how deep the pockets are in my gums (and I really hate that. More poking in my mouth.) and there are some 4's. Oh the horror. So, then I get a lesson on flossing.  When that's all done, I get up and am starting to grab my purse when she looks at my chart and says, "Oh, you are supposed to have some fillings re-done today." and I'm thinking, "Oh great. I have to spend more time here."  So, fine. I go into the next room and sit down and the doctor comes in and says, "Well, this is just a little work, we don't have to numb you," and I tell him, "Oh please, numb away. I really need the numbing. Numbing is no problem!" I didn't think he'd really like to be pulling me off the ceiling with a drill in his hand.  But he just smiled that shy smile and said, "We'll try it without. They are very tiny little fillings. If you need it, let me know." I was a little trepidatious, but he was right. I didn't need the numbing, although at that point, I was so tense my brain needed some numbing. I've really gotten addicted to numbing when I have dental work done. We were finally finished and I was starving. I hadn't had lunch. I went through the McDonald's drive-through, ate my cheeseburger on the free-way and got home in no time at all. The kids were with Grandma and didn't really want to come home, but I dragged them to the car and here we are. What a Wednesday.