(Because just like Carly says "nobody does it better")
So I was spared the drill yesterday at the old dentist office but I didn't escape completely unscathed.
I am losing a tooth. Today. These so called oral surgeons are going to rip it out of my head at 3pm. Well, that's what they say anyway. They may just "consult" me and send me home to make yet another appointment to mutilate my mouth. Oh the mind games they play.
When I got the news in the scary uncomfortable dentist chair yesterday I just burst out laughing.
The hygienist (sweetest lady EVER) who had earlier been so kind to respect my wishes when I asked her NOT to poke me with the metal scrapey thing) asked what was so funny then turned back to her typing.
"I am officially white trash." I said.
Fingers clacking keyboard...
"Yep," she says.
I laugh some more, even harder now.
"Wait! What did you just say? Sorry!!!!" She was mortified that she had just accidentally agreed her patient was Poor White Trash.
Best moment in a dentists office ever.
You probably think I am being overly dramatic about the whole dentist thing but I promise you, I am an anti-dentite thru and thru. If I didn't need them so dang much I would seriously boycott. I am the most ungrateful dental patient the world has ever known and I don' foresee and changes to that in the near future.
So I'll be back in the chair today at 3pm. Maybe or maybe not getting my mouth ripped apart. A prayer or two would be nice.