Yesterday afternoon my dentist uttered those dreaded words.. The ones I've managed to avoid hearing for the past 25 years: You have a cavity.
I've always been secretly proud of my cavity-free status, to be honest. It really did make my perfectionist heart all warm and fuzzy. But realistically I have to chalk it up to luck and good genes rather than any form of stellar dental hygiene record. Flossing is NOT fun, and I don't care what the dentist tells me.
I'm strangely terrified of this drilling/filling process that I'm supposed to go through next week. I really shouldn't be - I've been through much, much worse. I've witnessed no fewer than nine teeth exit my mouth through unnatural means. And I was conscious as they quite literally sewed my gums back together with a needle and thread after my graft. Drilling a tiny hole and filling it with resin should be a piece of cake, right?! We'll just see.
Katy -
Having your body altered by mechanical means is an unnatural act. Your anxiety is perfectly normal, regardless of the size of the hole being drilled.
However, this act is not nearly as unnatural as your boyfriend stepping out of an otherwise perfectly operating airplane while in flight!
Point well taken. And I'd also like to add that as the proud owner of an entire mouth full of cavities, getting one filled is actually kind of fun. Just make SURE that you ask for laughing gas... and a ride to and from the dentist from Adam! ;)
I see nothing wrong with flinging one's self from a perfectly good aircraft at an altitude with 4 digits. Sounds like fun to me!
You people who jump out of airplanes are crazy. Yeah, I'm with Lizzi, cavities really aren't so bad. (Thanks, Dad, for your awfully horribly genetically bad teeth.) I've had a few filled in my day, despite the fact that I love dental floss and use it every night. Ask for the gas, and, when it comes, step into the light. (I had an out-of-body experience while getting a cavity filled once--true story.)
Me too. There was this really weird modern-art painting hanging on the wall with all kinds of lines and slashes. I thought that I was INSIDE of the painting, jumping from color to color. Really and truly. I can still picture happy-go-lucky mini-me jumping around inside of a painting!