...why do I always feel like I'm in a confessional?
I went to the dentist today (for the first time since 2003), and I had visions of cavities galore, and a future of months of root canals and extractions . As soon as I got in that chair, I kept making nervous jokes about how they're really going to earn their keep today, or how the hygenist has her work cut out for her. The dentist came, checked things out, and it's amazing how sheepish I got, for a supposedly grown man. I felt compelled to apologize for my lack of regular cleanings, and my less than stellar flossing regimen, and waited for the typical lecture about maintenance, which actually never came. I think I was absolved.
The dentist was great (a recommendation of Alison's), and the hygenist did a great job, though of course attempted conversing with me while she had metal prongs in my mouth. All in all, it was good to have that "just cleaned" feeling again, and thankfully, no cavities, no root canals, no problems whatsoever.
I'll see 'em in another three years.
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