Aaah, the dentist. I hate hate hate going to the dentist. It's always the same...
Dentist: "You have such beautiful teeth! Your xrays look wonderful, everything looks great! Now let me take one last look in your mouth here...
Oh wait...
I've found some decay here...it looks like one of your fillings has cracked, and there is decay underneath the composite. We'll have to take care of that."
And then my internal freak-out begins: OH NO, I HATE GETTING FILLINGS. I HATE THE DRILL. I HATE THE SOUND OF THE DRILL. I HATE THE NOVICAINE. I HATE HATE HATE FILLINGS.
And of course, this is exactly what happened today.
I had gone in to check out a new dentist in my neighborhood. DH and I want to find someone closer to our new house. I knew I had a cracked filling in my mouth (I could feel it), but I was holding out to find a dentist who offered nitrous oxide. Laughing Gas really helps me take the edge off that infernal drilling.
And then, of course, I have to tell the new doc (and it turns out, every single person in his office) that I'm pregnant so they don't attack me with the X-Ray machine.
Which was fine, except for the fact that it massively bummed me out that seven people in a dental office know we're expecting before our own parents do! Sigh...being conservative and careful has its drawbacks, for sure.
The best news of the day (NOT) is that I have three spots that need fillings. And I can't have an ounce of nitrous oxide while I'm pregnant. So unless I want to be a fool and wait nine months so the decay can continue to wreck havoc in my mouth, it looks like I'll soon be doped up on Novicaine. The staff tried to console me (peel me off the ceiling) my telling me about their wonderful "movie glasses," in which you can watch any romantic comedy you want while the doctor drills tiny holes into your head.
Excuse me if I don't sound thrilled, but I'll take my nitrous any day over "When Harry Met Sally."
Looks like I'll need to do some deep breathing and plan to forgo the laughing gas. Our little peppercorn is worth it, but I'm still totally freaked out.
Guess it's time to head over to Blockbuster to check out the Kate Hudson selections...
Dentist: "You have such beautiful teeth! Your xrays look wonderful, everything looks great! Now let me take one last look in your mouth here...
Oh wait...
I've found some decay here...it looks like one of your fillings has cracked, and there is decay underneath the composite. We'll have to take care of that."
And then my internal freak-out begins: OH NO, I HATE GETTING FILLINGS. I HATE THE DRILL. I HATE THE SOUND OF THE DRILL. I HATE THE NOVICAINE. I HATE HATE HATE FILLINGS.
And of course, this is exactly what happened today.
I had gone in to check out a new dentist in my neighborhood. DH and I want to find someone closer to our new house. I knew I had a cracked filling in my mouth (I could feel it), but I was holding out to find a dentist who offered nitrous oxide. Laughing Gas really helps me take the edge off that infernal drilling.
And then, of course, I have to tell the new doc (and it turns out, every single person in his office) that I'm pregnant so they don't attack me with the X-Ray machine.
Which was fine, except for the fact that it massively bummed me out that seven people in a dental office know we're expecting before our own parents do! Sigh...being conservative and careful has its drawbacks, for sure.
The best news of the day (NOT) is that I have three spots that need fillings. And I can't have an ounce of nitrous oxide while I'm pregnant. So unless I want to be a fool and wait nine months so the decay can continue to wreck havoc in my mouth, it looks like I'll soon be doped up on Novicaine. The staff tried to console me (peel me off the ceiling) my telling me about their wonderful "movie glasses," in which you can watch any romantic comedy you want while the doctor drills tiny holes into your head.
Excuse me if I don't sound thrilled, but I'll take my nitrous any day over "When Harry Met Sally."
Looks like I'll need to do some deep breathing and plan to forgo the laughing gas. Our little peppercorn is worth it, but I'm still totally freaked out.
Guess it's time to head over to Blockbuster to check out the Kate Hudson selections...
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