Dentist
Dentist appointment today. I hadn't been in easily seven years, probably more. My teeth had been aching, nothing serious, but I was convinced I was going to need work the likes of which hadn't been seen since the New Deal.
The good news: All clear. Seriously, this was a better report than I used to get when I was actually going to the dentist on a regular basis. I even said, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" And it's all good.
The bad news: This means, clearly, that I am a wimp. A little sensitivity sets me nightmaring about my teeth rotting in my mouth and eventually sends me running to the dentist. So sad.
The good news: All clear. Seriously, this was a better report than I used to get when I was actually going to the dentist on a regular basis. I even said, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" And it's all good.
The bad news: This means, clearly, that I am a wimp. A little sensitivity sets me nightmaring about my teeth rotting in my mouth and eventually sends me running to the dentist. So sad.