Tooth Tales

“Happiness is your dentist telling you it won't hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill.”
-Johnny Carson

Rob and I had avoided the dentist for way too long, and finally had our first cleaning two weeks ago. Thank our lucky stars, Rob only had one cavity, and I had no cavities and only needed to refill the sealant on one of my back molars. So, today Rob and I were back in the dentist’s office this morning at 7:30 to get our procedures done.

Our dentist office is all hip. When you get called to the back, they hand you a remote for the TV and the remote for the massage chair and freely hand out laughing gas. It took me a while this morning to realize that the remote she gave me was for the TV in the ceiling—that’s right, IN the ceiling, since I was flat on my back for the procedure.

We left the dentist, both drooling and numb on one side of our face (Rob’s left and my right). Since we had gotten up early and suffered through the dentist, we treated ourselves to an hour nap before we headed to work.

It’s now almost 4:30 in the afternoon and the novacaine has pretty much worn off. And its place—pain. If I chew something on that side, a shot of coldness blasts through my nerves. This better not last very long.