I have to go to the dentist today, I am not best pleased about it, its pretty normal, not like this place, the smell and the fact that someone is looking directly into your mouth and judging you from the state of your teeth..
I have always had this dislike, almost distrust of the dentists, apparently it all started when my wonderful childhood dentist pulled out a wobbly tooth without telling me and it gave me the shock of my life…
So imagine my horror when I find out that I needed to have one removed, I had a tooth that broke, I didn’t think anything of it at the time because it didn’t hurt and didn’t bother me, but one day, it got infected and I was in total agony.. give me birth over tooth ache, I was on so many pain killers and none of them worked… I even remember taking a spoonful of the children’s calpol just to take the pain away (it didn’t really help of course)
But the day came, it was time to get that tooth out, and my goodness the panic I felt, thankfully my dentist at the time was so calming and reassuring that my worries sort of faded away, it came out in one and naturally I asked to look at it, its always odd to see your teeth when they are out of your mouth, they seem so small..
and of course, it happened again, I had another chip, pregnancy does some wonderful things to your teeth and gums, and this time, while I was still worried.. I wasn’t worried so much..
I still don’t really like the dentists, now that i’m 31, stickers are few and far between when I do something brave..
Today is just a basic check up, all is well in my teethy kingdom!
Until next time