today was supposed to be a wonderful day ... then I went to the dentist. I am not entirely sure why I do this to myself, but I suppose good oral hygiene does help in keeping my man and my friends. It's just that it inevitably makes me feel old.
because each time I go (every nine months it has been) the dentist reminds me that I really should have my old silver fillings removed and replaced with the nice white porcelain ones. Who CHOOSES to do this? Who, in their right mind, would part with all that lovely and, I might add, handy to have around, c.a.s.h. to purposely fill their mouths with a foot of needle just to have one itty bitty bit of mercury-laden metal removed and replaced with something three times as expensive?
Now, I have thought about the mercury part of the arguement, but not seriously enough once I remember the nefarious needle nipping. My first filling since I was twelve landed on Evan's birthday last year and I was forced to drink one of Colin's smoothies instead of the hearty hamburgers I had purchased in order that we might celebrate in style. My mouth was WAY too frozen.
In all my childish glory, let me just say that I hope for two things for next week:
1. That the extra hygienist becomes conveniently UNavailable and, therefore, so does my potential priority appointment on Wednesday
2. The wee spots the dentist found do not grow in any way, shape or form over the next two and a half years until I can re-visit dental denial