Tiny Pokes, Major Pain

I’m pretty positive my dentist enjoys watching me squirm and make grimacing faces while my mouth is wide open. I also think she like prodding my gums with very sharp and tiny tools just for fun, all the while I’m just thinking to myself, “lady, you’re damn lucky I’ve been coming to this same office for the past 25 years, because I would like nothing more than to bite down on your fingers right now.” I mean really, what would stop me from doing that?

I know I don’t floss and brush my teeth twice I day, but I do brush, floss, and use this special mouth wash the recommended every morning. That’s gotta count for something, right? Wrong. I have to see the dentist every four months now instead of twice a year. Lame. Apparently my gums are not like they should be. I’ve never had a cavity (knock on wood), or anything more serious than needing braces, and I’m constantly praised on having good teeth and a great smile from them, but that’s not enough.

When I was younger my mom would always take my brother and I to Dairy Queen after an appointment, because no kid willingly likes going to the dentist. And let me tell you, today is definitely one of those days that I needed a Blizzard. I would have broken my diet to get one today, too, but unfortunately I got out of there at 10 am and DQ wasn’t open. I’m taking a rain check.

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