I went to the dentist yesterday to get my teeth cleaned. Before that, I got my eyes checked. I’m really hard on contacts, but glasses are uncomfortable because of the wide distance between my eyes.
Back to the dentist. I hadn’t been there in a while…a long while. And I paid for it yesterday. He said I had to have a deep cleaning which involved getting my gums really numbed up. He showed me how much this would cost. I gulped and suddenly remembered why it’s been a while since I had darkened a dentist’s door.
Then he started with the needles. There were six of them shooting awful tasting stuff into my gums. The dentist and assistant left me alone while my face puffed up to three times its normal size. I felt like I was going to start floating toward the ceiling. I was wishing I had eaten a bigger lunch because it was going to be days before this was going down and I could feel anything below my cheekbones, again.
The dentist began his work as he sprayed water into my mouth while the assistant used a suction hose to suck it up. I remembered the second reason I hate having my teeth worked on. I choke easily. I tried to relax, but it wasn’t long before I choked and water went up my nose. The dentist raised my chair up and told me it was important that I sit still. I said,”Ischanesill, Indwondin.” The dentist said, “What?”
The assistant said, “She said she can’t stay still, she’s drowning.”
So they raised my chair a little and I did my best to get through it. I only grabbed at the water hose once and said, “Shwo dona!, glub, glub.”
We finally finished with that ordeal and the receptionist brought me the estimate for the six minor fillings I needed. She said, “Would you like to come back on Friday?”
I guess my sign language told them that if they let me go, I wouldn’t be back. When they told me they would have to numb me up again on Friday, I pinned myself to the chair. They found room in their schedule to finish-up, right then.
Thirty years ago and now. Yram has whiter teeth
I had been there three and a half hours…Then came the moment I had been waiting for. I got up from the chair and reached for my purse which held a coupon that said I would get my teeth whitened for free if I got x rays and a cleaning.
The assistant said, “Oh, that’s not the professional cleaning, that’s where we make a mold of your teeth and give you a whitening solution to put in the tray made from the mold.”
I sat in the chair and pointed to my teeth. The dentist, assistant, and receptionist were beginning to understand me. They took the mold and I pick up my tray on Monday.
I figure I’m good for three or four years, which is what I told Kip when he saw the bill. He wasn’t happy, but I think he was slightly relieved that I had gone to the dentist and hadn’t been somewhere to get a botched up botox job on my lips. He doesn’t know I’m into the natural look.