dentist

I HATE going to the dentist. I mean is there really anything more uncomfortable than sitting with your mouth wide open for an lengthy amount of time, while someone taking a needle sharp tool, scraping around your gums(usually nicking them causing them to bleed and telling me it's cause I don't floss enough. Which might be true, but when you rip my gum with your scalpelish tool, dont be surprised if they bleed.) . Then, poking into what will mostly likely be determined as a cavity, asking "So is that where it hurts? Right there, huh? How about down here, does it hurt here too?". Not my idea of fun.

Because of this, I got an electric toothbrush and upped my flossing a bit, so that my next appointment wasn't so bad.

Wrong. At my appointment Monday I was still scraped and poked--just the "nature of the beast I suppose, but still uncomfortable--and I walked away with a few "take homes":
1. I don't have a cavity just a "sensitive spot" where I need to build up a tolerance by using Sensodyne (old people) toothpaste. (I asked Adam if I should get the Sensodyne Costco pack of toothpaste cause it was on sale this month, to which he rolled his eyes at my dramatic reaction and said I don't need 4 tubes of Sensodyne.)
2. Even though I don't have a cavity, I still have to go back in and get a filling from an old one that needs to be redone... it's like punishment for not committing the crime.
3. I need to stop drinking Diet Coke. Which really will just translate to me trying to brush/floss/mouth wash more so I can keep drinking DC.

so....the dentist and I, still not on the best of terms.