Today was my semi-annual torture visit. Most of you would simply call it a visit to the dentist. Seriously, I am terrified of the dentist. I didn't go for years. Not until Bob tricked me. We have to go together, back to back appointments. We schedule 45 minutes for each of us.. Yes, a total of 1 hour and 30 minutes. Mr. Good Teeth Bob, spends 15-20 minutes in the chair and the rest of the time is mine. I am a plaque factory. There are times that there is debris flying out of my mouth . I can't tell you how many times I have bitten the hygienist and or the dentist. Now they know to give me the "happy gas" and get me higher than a kite before they even have me open my mouth. Today was better than some visits. I only bit the girl one time, I didn't draw blood from Bob's hand and I didn't cry. The dentist pronounced me a good girl and gave me a blue water bottle full of tooth brushes. I think he lives in fear of me ever getting a cavity. I would have to run away and if by some miracle I did wind up in his chair, he would need to go to the ER. The dentist was tricky though, while I was floating, he had the girl come in and make the next appointment with Bob. Guess I have to relive this nightmare in 6 months.
The only good thing about this whole thing was that I left work early and didn't go back. I am going to work on the family tree. Today may be the day that I discover I am related to someone rich and famous who will send me lots and lots of money.
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