Going Dental

I h-a-t-e going to the d-e-n-t-i-s-t.  (I've gotten into the habit of spelling it out because while I wouldn't blame her for disliking the dentist, I don't really want Mols to h-a-t-e it until she has good reason to).

As you may have guessed I went to the dentist today.  It was d-r-e-a-d-f-u-l.  In the 3+ hours I was sitting in the chair I heard the following words tossed about in casual conversation: "salami", "boobies", and "horse meat".  Interesting, right?  I'm glad the butchers were having a fun time because I was not.

Here are some of the words and phrases I heard tossed about in reference to my mouth: "won't numb her more until she needs it", (then seconds later upon seeing my nails digging into my arm flesh) "let's give her some more anesthesia", "bleeding", "hemorrhaging", and the cryptic "I don't care what we use as long as it stops the bleeding".  Next time I'm in that kind of discomfort, paying that kind of money?  I better have a new baby at the end of it all.

You Otter Brush and Floss!

Molly had her first dentist appointment today!  Her Mommy is scared spitless (so to speak) of going to the dentist, but I must have succeeded in not projecting that fear because she was pumped to be in (what I used to think was) the scariest chair on earth.  Admittedly, I would not be such a wimp if I was babied the way these kids are.  Truly, I was at a floss for words; the office was a kid's dream- complete with an aquarium, touch screen video games, a train that ran around the ceiling, and a magic mirror in which the tooth fairy appeared when you knocked!  I wouldn't lie about this- it's the honest tooth.  I tried to make an appointment for myself, but the receptionist (who bore an uncanny resemblance to a fairy godmother) seemed to think I was joking.  Honestly, I wanted to stick around and not brush out of there.

Leave it to Axe to have a comical, semi-dirty dentist commercial.  Even funnier because the dentist is such a babyface!  I left my last dentist because they brought in a guy who was my age to work on  my teeth.  I'm no spring chicken, but I prefer a much more seasoned man working on my mouth, thank you very much.  (Yes, I realize how very wrong that sounded...)