DAY 29: The dentist visit

LOOK MOM NO CAVITIES!

Today was my dreaded dentist appointment.  I told the doctor it has been a year since my last visit.  I lied.  I think it has actually been about two years!  After the x-rays and the exam, I was shocked to find out I didn’t have any cavities.  It’s not that I don’t take care of my teeth, because I am obsessive about brushing and flossing.  I just thought since it has been so long and I eat a ridiculous amount of sour jelly bellies that I might have some problems.  I walked in there ready to get cavities filled!  I even took two advil before in anticipation of the pain I was about to endure.  However, I don’t really have an overwhelming fear of the dentist.  In fact, the worst pain I have ever experienced from a dentist was due to the zoom whitening treatment that I electively put myself through.  That process was pure torture and I couldn’t talk for a couple days, but my teeth glowed in the dark! 

Think I had neon pink and blue rubber bands on!

The orthodontist on the other hand used to strike such deep fear in me that I would have anxiety attacks every time I had an appointment.  I always felt like I was going to throw up when they started working on my mouth.  And when you have braces, those appointments happen quite frequently.  My mom decided it was a good idea for me to get braces super early in 4th grade when no one else had them.  I insisted on having neon rubber bands in the funkiest color combinations.  Needless to say I was often the butt of jokes and anytime anyone talked about my braces, I would feel a panic attack coming on and rush to the bathroom.  Not the best memories.  I had the last laugh though when I got my braces off at the beginning of 6th grade when everyone else was getting them!  I smiled a lot that year showing off my straight teeth.
HA HAAAA…

I am hoping this was on Halloween!

I’m so happy I got this out of the way now, and I must say the office had an amazing view of Lake Michigan and Millennium Park from my chair! I plan to go back in 6^th months as they suggested, like a responsible adult. 

View from my dentist chair!

 

My cousin and I used to watch Little Shop of Horrors when we were little. She reminded me of this scene.  Thank goodness he wasn’t my dentist today!