Yeah, so, I haven’t been to the dentist in a really long time — a really, really long time.
I don’t want to say exactly how long it’s been, but I think the last time I went to the dentist people were all excited about this new thing called an iPod.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I know.
I had a million excuses for why I couldn’t go to dentist. When I worked at The Examiner, I was too busy to go to the dentist. After I quit The Examiner, I got a job that didn’t have a dental plan.
Eventually, I got a job with dental coverage, but then I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was going to Kaiser once a week sometimes more, and the last thing I wanted was another appointment for something that I thought of as elective. After I kicked cancer’s ass, I got knocked up. Excuses, excuses.
Well, now I have a job with dental coverage. I’m cancer free. I’m not knocked up. I had no excuse. So, I finally went to the dentist.
How bad was it?
No, not that bad.
Honestly, it could have been worse. There is nothing wrong with my teeth that isn’t fixable. A deep cleaning in the back (that sounds naughty) and a two fillings for now; one tooth has a crack so a crown is definitely in my future. I got off easy considering how long it’s been since my last dental appointment.
To his credit, the dentist was really nice to me. He walked me through what he was doing, explained what I needed to do and why, and he didn’t talk to me like the neglectful stupid asshole that I am.