Dentist

There are few things I hate in life worse than going to the dentist.  (It’s on the list with bridal and/or wedding showers and corsages… but not necessarily in that order.)  Specifically… I HATE having my teeth cleaned. It is pure torture for one hour that I volunteer for every six months.  It’s horrible.  I’d rather have a shot in the mouth and a cavity filled.  Just the thought of them scraping and probing makes my skin crawl.  I had an appointment today and I had to get in the car and take three Advil just to relieve the pain so I could drive home.  This girl really beat me up.  Each time I leave and I make a personal vow to myself that I’ll start flossing more, but that only lasts a few days.  (Similar to my New Year’s resolutions.)  The only positive part of the experience is that she didn’t try and carry on a conversation with me while she had her fingers in my mouth… (Another thing I hate.)