I went to the dentist today to have my teeth cleaned. I love my dentist office. Everyone in there is so great. Casey, my sweet dental hygienist, and I chatted about adoption for a while before she worked on my teeth. We teared up a bit but then got it together for the cleaning. Cleanings used to never bother me. In fact, the joy of getting out of school overrode any pain and suffering that might ensue. I don’t know what happened…maybe it’s because I’m old(er) now, maybe it’s because I never floss (My Mom used to say, “If you don’t do anything else, FLOSS!”. In one ear and out the other.), but I come back from the dentist with a headache every time. It reminded me of a musical from yesteryear…..
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I am scared to death of the dentist! I have to go sometime soon, as I know I have a filling that needs to be replaced. I will need valium, or at the very least a good margarita.