I know, I know. "Dentists are NOT my friends!" you're probably yelling angrily at the screen. They scratch at your teeth, yank on things rooted in your gums, they force you to fill your mouth with gross flouride and other dental delicacies, poke at your tongue, and sometimes even drill holes in your teeth. More often than not, they're pushing your teeth together by stretching a metal rod across your teeth with rubber bands. And you can't take it off for years. And you need them tightened frequently.
So it's only natural that you should hate going to the dentist. It often hurts and no one likes that nails-on-chalkboard-but-actually-on-my-teeth sound.
However, I like going to the dentist. Yeah, it's not my favorite thing to endure, but once I've dealt with the scratching and poking, I realize this: this guy (or lady) went to school for so-odd years and is now cleaning, inspecting, or fixing what is, arguably, one of the most important parts of my body.
Sometimes you just gotta suck up the pain a bit and see that in the end, you're going to have cleaner teeth. Less plaque. Filled cavities. Whiter teeth. Fresher breath. Straighter teeth. Less pain. A nice smile :D
Appreciate that hour in the dentist's office. As a college student paying for crappy insurance without a dental plan, I sure miss going there. I'd like a flouride treatment or two and a little high-pressure water scrubbin' in my mouth. And maybe this cavity filled too. Darn you Snickers bars....!
Until I can conjure up the money for a visit, for those of you who can go, enjoy it for me. Then maybe you'll start liking it too.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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