A Day at the Dentist

I don’t really hate going to the dentist.  I don’t particularly like it but it’s just something you have to do, like getting gas in your car or washing the floor. 

I went to the dentist for the first time in 3ish years (pregnancy, newborn, move… it adds up) and my teeth were in a pretty sad state. I do not have the worst teeth in the world but I wouldn’t say they are the best. And I don’t think my dental hygiene habits are up to snuff per Dentist standards (honestly who does have time to floss every time they brush?).  But I thought I was maybe doing a little better than I was. 

After x-rays and the discovery of many troubling spots I needed to make some appointments to go get some cavities taken care of but instead of appointmentS I decided just one. I am coming in once. I am getting numb once.  I am getting a babysitter once.  Get it all done because honestly I might not be back for a while. 

The time came, I listened to a book (thanks Sophie Kinsella for the distraction) and they numbed, drilled and filled my whole face.  I left there 3 hours later numb to my eyeballs and DONE with dental work for the foreseeable future.  I was so numb for so long afterwards and my four year old thought it was so disturbing he wouldn’t even look at me.  (And then had jaw pain for a couple days- ouch)

Since then every night my son reminds me, “Mom, remember to brush your teeth because I don’t ever want to see you with that creepy face again!"  

 

So yes, dental self care- check.  I pulled out my water pick. I am going to get a cleaning (it was scheduled and then cancelled and... well I will eventually get around to that).