So, it's not like I can't wait for that regular six month visit to everyone's friend, the dentist. On the other hand, I have had so much dental work in the span of my many, many years on this earth, that a visit to the hygienist is not an unpleasant one.
I'll admit, I cringe when she hacks away at my gums with her railroad spike. When she pokes at my fillings and the metal margins of my crowns, the accompanying electrical charge makes me almost want to lose my continence.But when it's all over, there's nothing quite like the feel of an incredibly squeaky clean set of choppers. Today, that's what I'm thankful for.
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