I don't suppose there's anyone here who enjoys their visit to the Dentist. Last year at exactly this time I was wondering how it was that I actually had an appointment to visit the dentist in the first place. I think hubby told me that he had set up an appointment for me after his last visit. After I stopped shouting at him, he told me that it was in 6 months. Oh. Well. I could live with that. After all six months was...well, almost like never. But as you can see, the six months came and went. I survived my first visit to the dentist in nearly five years and actually set up another appointment. For a year later. That too, is like, well, almost never. And a whole year has gone by and I went and got my teeth cleaned. I guess it wasn't so painful or awful. Just inconvenient. I hate opening my mouth wide. I hate having someone poke and prod at my gums. And then the real dentist appears and tells me "well, we should take care of those cavities in those two teeth." See. I told you no good could come from going to the dentist.
Now I'm down to having cavities fixed. I don't want that. I am having a minor hissy fit over here. Although set the date for as close to never as I could get, It isn't close enough. It's Jan. 2. Maybe if I eat enough junk the two teeth in question will rot out of my mouth before then. Think there's a chance? If I didn't go back I wouldn't feel bad.
