3pm. Dentist appointment.
Confession: I haven't been to the dentist in 4 YEARS. That's right. I used to have a strict "hot dentist only" policy**. My sister helped me find one. He was gorgeous and he smelled really nice. Then he told me I needed to have my wisdom teeth taken out. That I would have to see an "oral surgeon."
So, we broke up. I never went back. Never looked back. I have 5 wisdom teeth. Yep, that's right, five. I'm scared of going to the dentist today. I don't even know if he's hot. Or a man, for that matter. I don't care. I just have to face this fear, and get it over with.
I don't know what I'm going to do if/when he or she tells me I need to get all 47 of my wisdom teeth taken out - the reason I've never done this is I've never had anyone around that can drive me home/take care of me afterwards. So, maybe they'll make a housecall and give Brokaw caregiving instructions? Hmm.
**I blame my mother for this. Dr. Levin, my childhood dentist, was DREAMY.
omg! This is even further proof of why we are friends! I share the same fear! Except that I have had my wisdom teeth out (only with the help of being completely knocked out!) I hope your appointment went well. You almost inspire me to make an appointment.
ReplyDeleteI think we all fear the dentist..A good friend of mine who had very bad teeth once said, "Cindy, if my teeth were as pretty as yours, I would want to keep them." Need I say more? I still hate to go...
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