Holy crap you guys I had the MOST triumphant visit to the dentist office EVER on Friday. It was awesome.
Okay, well it wasn't awesome in the way that the hygienist picked an entire layer of my gums off in the process of scraping the tarter off my teeth. Or in the way that my gums throbbed for two days following her assault on my poor gums. BUT. No cavities! It's been eighteen months since my last appointment and N-O cavities.
And then there is the dreaded Tooth #7. One of my greatest fears, that Tooth #7. The whole reason for my waiting eighteen months to go back to the dentist. NOT EVEN a big deal! She was all, "When you are ready to deal with it, we will. Just give me a call." No, "You're going to get a brain infection" or "You're teeth are going to fall out if we don't deal with this now" or "DEATH IS IMMINENT IF WE DO NOT PULL THIS TOOTH NOW!!!" I'm so dramatic.
So I was a big chicken shit for nothing. And you know what? I got to sit in a reclining chair and watch CNN for 45 minutes unmolested by children. Yes, a sharp pointy instrument was being dragged along my gum line and yes I was bleeding, but it wasn't so different from my every-day-toddler-wrangling experience. Less pain and blood even. And, my teeth are so shiny! Bonus!