Today I will sit in The Dentists Chair for the first time in three years.
Three years.
I used to go twice a year, every year for check ups and cleanings. Then, we had to switch to a crappy insurance in which we had to pick from a list of crappy dentists and since I was no longer able to see the dentist I had grown to love because she was gentle and never hurt me, I boycotted dentists all together.
I've thought everything was fine and that I'd get away with this behavior. Until about a week ago, when my tooth started aching and OH MY GOD I saw a cavity.
To say that I am terrified would be putting it mildly. I can not stand the dentist that we've "picked" from the List of Crappy Dentists. I've taken the boys for x-rays and he's unfriendly and has perfect hair that doesn't move when he walks because good GOD, the hairspray.
I don't trust people with hair that perfect. They scare me.
I'm scared to death that he's going to say "Sorry, you waited too long and we're going to have to pull it."
I DO NOT WANT GAPING HOLES IN MY MOUTH.
I've had a lot of bad experiences with dental work. (Like, the one time, the tooth that I had a root canal on become infected and the entire roof of my mouth was ONE BIG SACK OF PUS and had to be sliced with a blade and SUCTIONED OUT.) The combination of bad genetics (my mom had dentures by the time she was in her twenties) and the lack of dental work until I was 18 (My parents didn't have insurance, so I didn't have work done on my teeth until after I got my first real job with dental insurance.) is to blame for all the work I've had to have done on my teeth in my adult life.
I have Teeth Issues.
I secretly hate people with perfect teeth. I live in fear everyday that my teeth are just going to start falling out. Especially since I had work done on the top, front teeth, which are now "vaneers". I won't eat corn on the cob, and just recently gave up almonds because, you know, I don't want to crack a tooth and lose it.
(Which reminds me of the time we were at a "Country" bar and we were eating chips and salsa and my tooth BROKE IN HALF when I bit into a corn chip and I freaked the hell out and ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror and HAHAHA! In my panic, I had accidently ran into the men's bathroom and man, dude with His Thang out didn't think it was very funny.)
I'm also freaking out about the fact that this dentist is a man. I'm not sure I want Man Hands all up in my mouth. You know what I'm sayin'?
I could go on and on and on about how scared I am right now and how OMG! What if I come home missing a tooth?
Freaking, over here.
Seriously
Gum Massacre Update
Dr.Ken Doll DDS (Thank you for that, Nat.) is more evil than I had imagined in my mind. You see, I went in to get the tooth that is hurting me fixed, but he decided that I needed to have my GUMS SCRAPED TO SHREDS instead, because, you know, I've been a bad girl and not had my teeth cleaned in over three years.
I almost passed out when he put his hand down for a second and his gloves were DRIPPING WITH BLOOD. At one point, I seriously considered grabbing his head and messing his hair up just to MAKE HIM STOP. But, instead, I closed my eyes and cried a little on the inside
My gums are currently throbbing, But! The good news is that there will be no removing of any teeth. I do need three crowns, (which, the horribly bitchy receptionist informed me will cost $300 a piece and "we don't do payment plans, bitches". so, um, that's not going to happen) But, hey! There are no gaping holes in my mouth!







It'll be fine. I totally feel you on freaking out about the dentist, but it'll be fine. Last summer, I went for the first time in SIX YEARS, and just recently, my friend went for the first time in THIRTEEN YEARS. And both of us turned out FINE.
See, you just need to flip your attitude. Why should you be panicked over being with Dr. Ken Doll, DDS? He's all pansy ass, doesn't even do the hardwork (his hygienists do), perfect hair, thinks he's hot shit, probably hasn't REALLY worked a day in his life. You? You could beat the HELL out of him if he so much as pinches too hard. He probably doesn't even know how to swat a friggin' FLY, yo. For realz. Turn it around. You're THE PEOPLE. He's...THE PANSY.
Not like I've ever given myself that pep talk. I'm just sayin'.