It has been nine years since I’ve been to the dentist. I know because when I called to make an appointment about two concerning spots on my teeth, I asked about the last time I’d been in. It was 2013. Yikes.
I’m not afraid of the dentist, I just have a hard time making the appointment. I almost didn’t make this one – I asked for a late afternoon time so I could get away from the many needs at work. Well, I went in, and while my actual teeth are in pretty good shape (two small cavities, in different places than I thought), I have SOOO much tartar. I knew this going in, because I have a dental mirror and can see all the stuff going on behind my teeth.
It is going to take two separate, loooong sessions to clean my teeth, and the most embarrassing part is that some past preschool parents get the joyful job of jackhammering crud off my teeth. Oh, joy.
Anyway, at least I made the appointment, right? Have a nice Friday, y’all!
Brad says
You people with your genetically good teeth…
I’ve been to the dentist twice already this calendar year. And my next appointments are in April and June. Sheesh!
Lauren says
Oy. I am sorry. 🙁