beyondpanic's Diaryland Diary
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Teeth for Two
The Hub and I both went to the dentist today. He was a marine brat and had terrible dental experiences as a child, so he is totally dental phobic. He asks the dentist for nitrous just to get his teeth clean. I figured he�d go to the dentist if he knew that I was being tortured in the cubicle right next to him.
Apparently my dentist was having difficulty removing some plaque on my back bottom molar. She was scraping on the tooth with a jack hammer and finally I couldn�t stand it any longer. I very gently wrapped my shaking fingers around her skinny wrist and whispered, �You�re killing me.� She apologized, but continued to pound at my tooth for another three minutes.
The Hub? Well, I knew it was bad when the dentist told me that they would send us a written statement with an itemized bill before they begin.
I smell debt.
10:11 p.m. - August 07, 2007
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