Thursday, May 10, 2007

Going To The Dentist

Going to the dentist requires you to check your dignity at the office door. You're forced to contort your face in ways that, under normal circumstances, would get you committed to a loonie bin.

But now I have squeaky clean teeth. The hygienist remarked that I had teeth worthy of jealousy, and that I must not have much of a sweet tooth. She was quite wrong with the second statement. I think ALL of my teeth are sweet. Anyways, I suppose her first statement must be true, since every hygienist in the history of the civilized world has proclaimed the radiant beauty of my teeth.

Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration; of course I haven't seen every hygienist in the history of the civilized world.

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  • Harmony

    You are very lucky. I used to think I had great teeth (I *never* used to get cavities), but then I went to a new dentist who proclaimed I had a cavity nearly every time I entered his office, and wanted to remove four of my teeth because they would "cause trouble later in life".

    Of course, when I went to the new new dentist a few weeks ago, it was back to "my, you take such good care of your teeth!" -- so maybe it was just that one dentist? :P