Ahhh. The dentist. Sort of. Dental school, actually. Is it possible for the truly scary to get scarier? The joker as a dentist, maybe? Ten years since I had last sat in the chair. I guess after it had been three years, it was guilt and fear that kept me away. The longer I waited, the worse they got.
Ugh. So I know I need some work. My teeth aren’t exactly falling out of my head, or anything. But I do have one molar with a pretty good sized hole in it.
Also, it can’t have been good when my dentist, looking at a set of dental x-rays, mumbled something like “I’m not sure what to make of that…” He was pointing to some dark spot (that I couldn’t really see) somewhere near one of my sinuses. Might be nothing, he said. Some kind of cyst probably. They come and go. Usually nothing.
Shit. Nothing? Apparently, I’m supposed to ask my doctor about it. I’m due back at the dentist in a few weeks for more exams. They should know more then. Makes me kind of sick.
Anyway, after ten years, I’m back on speaking terms with the dental community. I’m guessing I’m also going to be on speaking terms with their accounts receivable department, too.