Dear lord I hate going to the dentist. I make myself do it though because I, unfortunately, have to. Getting the bad teeth gene in the family, I was always compulsively brushing my teeth only to find that I was the only one to have cavities after every visit! I've had so many drills in my mouth I can't even count them on 2 hands anymore. Not only that, my compulsive brushing led my soft teeth to then become even more sensitive! I had one dentist tell me, "I know you are only in your 20's but, honey, all your roots are showing!" I had to switch to a mechanical toothbrush for a while, but I still did not feel my teeth were clean enough. The only thing I'm blessed with are how close my teeth are together! Even though I have a quarky smile that I wrestle with on the daily (do I love it or hate it today?), the closeness doesn't allow plaque to build up! That helps since flossing comes in spirts for me. I guess the smart move would be to cut out sugars...not happening. So, I have to endure every year going to the dentist and them finding yet another little cavity. Yesterdays was really tiny and it didn't take long at all. I had so much anxiety built up to going! I was clutching my wrist and digging my nails in until I left marks! I hate the long needle. It's only painful for a few seconds, but boy do my eyes tear up! What DID make me feel better was a conversation I had with my dentist about his oral health...
Dentist: This is just a small cavity. Mine are big and deep!
ME: But you're a dentist; you're not supposed to have cavities.
Dentist: Are you kidding me? Why do you think I became a dentist? I was tortured as a kid.
This made me feel not so bad about the situation at hand. I relieved my stress by booking myself a hair cut last night! It's shorter than I would have liked, but it was nice to be pampered after a day of being a ball of nerves. I'm ready for the warm weather :)
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