i dont know what happened. but i used to really not mind the dentist. i like the feeling of having clean teeth. but then you know how time flies and you realize that its been a while since you had last been. it had been three years. and so i was due for a little check up and cleaning. i did some (not enough) research on good dentist in the area via my sisters' friends and what not...and picked one. it was the wrong one (same name of who was referred), but decided to give it a shot.
last july was when i went and yep they found not one, not four, but SEVEN cavities. i dont even know. i honestly thought i was a really good teeth brusher. flossing no. but who even really flosses daily? no matter how many times the dentist tells you you should floss and you go out and you buy the floss and you floss for like 2 days straight and then you just cant keep up. i always floss the week before the dentist though, that way when they ask "so have you been flossing," i can honestly say, "why yes. yes i have."
so now it is june and i just finished getting my last two fillings filled. it took 3 visits. and i get a little nervous. but i try to pretend that im an adult. its all mental really. the names of the tools. "i need the exploratory tool" or "pass the chisel blaster."
and i try so hard to keep my eyes shut the whole time because i know the second i open my eyes they will be passing the tray of sharp needles and scrapers. the one thing too, that i have found helps (and believe me, im a pro) is to bring an ipod. the whole time i just adjust the volume from loud to really loud to loud, depending on the volume of the drill. a little reggae and you completely forget you are at the dentist. kinda.
