Todays posting contains some very deep reflections- you are welcome.
Yesterday I was in need of some time for personal rejuvenation. And nothing says quality me time like a trip to the dentist. Before you judge- I DID NOT have another cavity. No sir ree. Just a broken filling. Like a large gaping hole in my back tooth that ripped my tongue up like box knife. So there it is. Also, I was in need of a cleaning. As my last one was in March. Of 2009.
In my defense- the last time I was there they did this periodontal screening thing which basically amounted to treating my gums like a pin cushion 3000 times and I had sworn off the dentist for good.
Well- until that whole root canal thing. Oh wait- I mean two root canals. And that pesky gum tissue lasering thing. And now this broken cavity.
After some serious thought I decided that my whole 'no more dentist' thing wasn't really working- so I made my appointment. I climbed in the chair and I exchanged pleasantries with the tooth tech gal. And then I leaned in and, ever so gently made full eye contact with her, and explained that she was under no circumstance to stab me with anything while barking out numbers. My mouth- my rules.
She obliged- but did manage to carve out all of my gums and make me cry like a little baby. Stab, scrape, stab, scrape. Wipe up blood. repeat. Then it was off to the big chair.
Stab me with a needle. Chat chat chat. Nothing. Stab again with needle. Chat chat chat. Nothing. Stab stab stab, nothing nothing nothing. Drill, scream, stab, chat chat chat, drill, wince, stab, chat chat chat, just grab the chair arms while he drills and it hurts hurts hurts. Old filling out. New filling in. Done. Ahhhh.
Only one problem. He noticed a cavity. Biscuit Munchers! I left the office without an appointment. I just need a break- all this me time is really wearing me (and my checkbook) out. Remember my two root canals- yeah, they still need crowns. Uhg. Turn of the year looks like I can schedule in a few hours of quality personal reflection while staring at the ceiling and inhaling tooth dust.
Really- why are there not televisions in the ceiling at the dentist anyway?
The point of this story is that this morning while looking through the paper, I noticed an ad.........