Yes. It's time to come clean. I have a dental phobia. But today I conquered it.
The last time I went to the dentist was about a month ago – I had broken a tooth and needed to get it fixed. My previous visit before that was before Chris and I were married. We've been married 8 years. Like I said, it is a serious phobia. As goes with my dental karma I ended up getting two teeth worked on because the tooth directly behind the broken one had a cavity. Wouldn't you know that what sounded like a good BOGO dental deal would end up being something of a dental nightmare. Tooth 1, the broken one, was an easy fix. Tooth 2, the cavity, ended with her telling me "I think I can fill it but you'll eventually need a root canal." That filling was by far the hardest mouth related thing I've ever had to sit through.
Here, I should mention that I have a small mouth and a super sensitive gag reflex. Holding my mouth open for long periods of time with large, precariously placed, metal instruments in it is not an easy task. Breathe through your nose, you say. It makes it easier. Right.
Somehow I managed to live through that dental visit to get to today's cleaning. The cleaning actually went well – thankfully I brush pretty well and include flossing and mouthwash in my dental routine. Now for the cavity count…dun, dun, duuuuuuunnnn…..5. Yep 5. In the long run that's not to shabby for 8 years without a trip to the dentist, especially when she says they are small ones. Right. I've heard that before. 3 more appointments scheduled – one being the next cleaning and I'm good to go.
Thankfully when miss Evey had her cleaning she was informed she has spectacular teeth. Very straight and not a cavity in sight. Heck, not even any tartar. She must have Chris's teeth. Darn lucky kid.