until today. I had a dentist appointment this morning. No worries, I don't mind the dentist! Everyone always says how much they hate going to the dentist and I'd think to myself, ha, not me, I don't mind at all. La di da la di da is how I lived in my little dentist loving world.
And then today. This is how the appointment went.
I showed up on time for the first time I think EVER. And for the first time ever, I actually had to wait 10 minutes on them. That should've been my first sign to abort mission.
Finally I go back to the hygienist's' office. She takes my x-rays. Sends the x-rays off to the x-ray picture developing machine thingy. In the meantime she cleans my teeth. La di da, everythings going great. Occasionally she stops for a sec for a little convo:
"Any big trips planned for this year?"
"No, just a couple of beach vacations. Nothing big booked so far."
"Oh yeah, with the economy I think we are all just trying to save some money."
"Mmmm hmmm."And back to teeth cleaning.
I notice she's spending an extra couple of seconds on one spot. And then my x-rays come back. It's the rudest thing actually. The x-ray light board thingy is behind my head. So she puts all of the x-rays on this board that's clearly not in my vision and studies it for a few minutes. Then digs out last years' x-rays. Study study study. Then a "hmmm." Then back to cleaning.
I want to scream WHAT TELL ME LET ME IN ON THIS SECRET THEY ARE MY TEETH AFTER ALL! Or just let me look at the pictures too. Why's it gotta be all secrets up in here??
Then some polishpolishpolish and some flossing action. And then...the dentist...dun dun dun.
She and hygienist chat as if I'm not in the room. "Did you see anything?" "Maybe on 3." "Yeah yeah I agree with you."
The dentist looks at my teeth and tells me I have a cavity. My very first cavity in 15ish years mind you. When I used to get cavities as a kid I was pulling stuff like just wiping toothpaste on my teeth so my mom would think I actually did brush my teeth before school. I don't do those types of things anymore! How could this be!?
She asks if I want silver or tooth colored filling. I don't know! I've never made this decision on my own. Where's my mama?
So all in all, what I'm trying to say is, I've officially joined the I-hate-the-dentist club. And the sucky part is I have to go back Tuesday for my filling. Does it hurt? I think I remember it hurting. I'm scared.
And then, if all of this wasn't bad enough, she gave me a purple toothbrush. Purple? Finally? All this time I've been all "look mom, no cavities" and she would give me ugly green, brown, and yellow toothbrushes, and then the one time I have a cavity and she finally gives me the color I've been hoping to get everytime? Don't try to cheer me up now lady! You've just ruined my day! Is THIS what I have to do to get a good color. Sheesh.