It's Like Drilling Teeth

3 blogs in one week? Oh yes I think it may be true. So I finally got a job in the big NC which means I can move from the big WV but one thing I may not have immediately is dental insurance and since I still have dental insurance, I thought I might as well go ahead and use it. I'm figuring just a simple cleaning, I mean, I brush twice a day, floss every now and then, and haven't had a drink of soda in almost a year, so of course, I'm going to have a decent report! I mean, I was just there a year ago and had a perfect report so it couldn't be that bad. Wrong! 4, count 'em 4 cavities! How the heck did I get 4 cavities?! It's not like I randomly take a hammer to my teeth! So of course, I'm sitting there in the dentist's chair.....alone and ashamed, wondering where do I go from here. Just a shell of a man. And now I gotta make two trips to the dentist next week to get these holes patched up.

Another thought crossed my mind during this ordeal, I could never be friends with my dental hygienist. Not because of her personally, but because she's my dental hygienist. I could never hang out with someone that spent 30 minutes staring at my teeth, thinking Lord knows what about how much of a failure I am at proper dental hygiene. Like we would be out at a restaurant and she would just be staring at me in disgust as I dirty up my teeth for her to clean. Then again, if she made me mad, I could always get back at her by loading up on stuff like roast beef, popcorn, and kool-aid right before my visit (Note: I do not promote vengeance...I'm just sayin' for comedic purposes)