When I was a kid I went to a pediatric dentist so I have no problem going to the dentist as an adult. Haven't been since I've been gone, so E scheduled me an appointment while I am home. Off I went yesterday for routine maintenance. The hygienist wouldn't stop talking during the whole procedure. Including dissing my "dirty" teeth. Hard to explain that I have not been able to go to a dentist because, like, there is no dentist where I am, when you have suction, high speed water and a scraper in your mouth. She kept asking if I was OK. ""Fine," says I. I was having hairdresser flashbacks. Why do these people insist on telling you about their day, life, menstrual cycles, etc.? Just cut my hair. Or in this case, just clean my teeth. I know that they're dirty. That's why I'm having them CLEANED. Think of it as job security. What do you want me to say?" No, this is the best experience of my life, I have never had such clean teeth. You are truly an artist and deserve the Nobel teeth prize..."
Too grumpy?
And they found a cavity. Not my fault. Old filling. Apparently it is a magnet for dental caries. So back I'll go for a filling. Can't wait.
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