Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Well, the day started off fantastically. Woke up at the crack of dark thirty and was pedaling in a frozen and fast Wawayanda paradise while the sun was just waking up. If I could start every morning like this I would be a happy girl. I forgot about the doom and gloom ahead. No, not work. I can deal with work.


I hate going to the dentist. My Dad is a dentist so I really dread going to a dentist who is not him. I've had some pretty uncomfortable procedures done to me over the years: twistings, prickings, pullings, drainings, proddings, pokings. I would take any of these over a trip to the dentist. At my last cleaning I found out I had a couple of  few cavities.


I brush. I floss. I rinse with ACT. I've been good. This can't be happening.

The theory is that all the endurance riding + the dry mouth for hours and hours + sugary drinks and foods = enamel wear and cavities OR it could be due to medications OR it could be because I'm getting older OR it could be a combination of all of the above. I'm going with all of the above.

I just tried to drink water two hours later. I may as well just pour it down my chest because that's where it's going to end up anyway. I'm still numb up to my right eyeball. I really want to eat lunch but I'm afraid I'll bite a hole through my cheek and/or lip.

The best part is I get to go back for Round 2 on Thursday.

1 comment:

  1. In October they finished 8 months of work that included two cavities, two root canals, and two crown (it had been a long uninsured time...), all of that was a cakewalk compared to the brutality of my last cleaning. Note to self: don't get teeth cleaned on a "Jen" day.