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What amazes me isn't that I go to get my gums scraped; it's that I pay good money for it.
Yep, it was Dentist Time again, a time when I get to remind myself what my own blood tastes like. (I have braces, so gingivitis is pretty much a given these days.) The woman doing the cleaning is obviously not acquainted with the Painless Dentistry concept, because she went after my gum line like it was a needlepoint sampler. Then she berated me for my cleaning techniques, pointing out the areas of decalcification, and succeeded selling me a $12 bottle of fluoride rinse because she'd scared the bajeezus out of me.
Then came the fun part, when the dentist came in. Jeff, my usual tooth twiddler, is out until September, so I spoke with his wife (Michelle?). Luckily, I have no cavities at this time, but she wanted to discuss getting replacement teeth to fill in the enormous gaps on the bottom once the braces come off. (The gaps are because I had to get 4 baby teeth pulled when I was 28; there were no adult teeth beneath them to push them out.) So lucky me: I get to go straight from braces to dentures. Bad Karma a-Go-Go. *bleagh* Hope the insurance company covers it this time...
In other news: Spent a lovely day yesterday in Saratoga with Trey, shopping, talking, hanging out, and having a lovely Reuben and fries for lunch at the Saratoga Brew Pub. (Jimmy was supposed to come along as well. He wussed out on us, the turnip.) I actually spent an hour at Barnes and Noble, and only bought TWO BOOKS...and one of them was for Kristi. There is something seriously wrong here. (S'ok, though. I made up for it by ordering Cecilia Tan's latest from Amazon. Woohoo!)
Oh, and an update: Abbey is apparently over the Elvis impersonator. Now it's all about Edward, who is, as she has informed me, a Boy. "Hey Dad? You know what we can do? We can look in the phone book, and we can get his number, and you can punch the number in, and I can talk to him! And then maybe, we can go on a date, and you and either Edward's mom or Edward's dad can come, too!" I told her that I didn't want to date Edward's mom and/or dad, and she got a bit exasperated: "No, Dad. You're just coming with. To keep an eye on us. So we don't run away." Strangely enough, I found that reassuring.
Yep, it was Dentist Time again, a time when I get to remind myself what my own blood tastes like. (I have braces, so gingivitis is pretty much a given these days.) The woman doing the cleaning is obviously not acquainted with the Painless Dentistry concept, because she went after my gum line like it was a needlepoint sampler. Then she berated me for my cleaning techniques, pointing out the areas of decalcification, and succeeded selling me a $12 bottle of fluoride rinse because she'd scared the bajeezus out of me.
Then came the fun part, when the dentist came in. Jeff, my usual tooth twiddler, is out until September, so I spoke with his wife (Michelle?). Luckily, I have no cavities at this time, but she wanted to discuss getting replacement teeth to fill in the enormous gaps on the bottom once the braces come off. (The gaps are because I had to get 4 baby teeth pulled when I was 28; there were no adult teeth beneath them to push them out.) So lucky me: I get to go straight from braces to dentures. Bad Karma a-Go-Go. *bleagh* Hope the insurance company covers it this time...
In other news: Spent a lovely day yesterday in Saratoga with Trey, shopping, talking, hanging out, and having a lovely Reuben and fries for lunch at the Saratoga Brew Pub. (Jimmy was supposed to come along as well. He wussed out on us, the turnip.) I actually spent an hour at Barnes and Noble, and only bought TWO BOOKS...and one of them was for Kristi. There is something seriously wrong here. (S'ok, though. I made up for it by ordering Cecilia Tan's latest from Amazon. Woohoo!)
Oh, and an update: Abbey is apparently over the Elvis impersonator. Now it's all about Edward, who is, as she has informed me, a Boy. "Hey Dad? You know what we can do? We can look in the phone book, and we can get his number, and you can punch the number in, and I can talk to him! And then maybe, we can go on a date, and you and either Edward's mom or Edward's dad can come, too!" I told her that I didn't want to date Edward's mom and/or dad, and she got a bit exasperated: "No, Dad. You're just coming with. To keep an eye on us. So we don't run away." Strangely enough, I found that reassuring.
