March 24, 2004

Chalk it up as one of the most unpleasant dental experiences of my life so far. Now...I've never been a dentist hater, or afraid to go to the dentist by any means. This morning I made my way to the dentist for a regular cleaning. Nothing fancy. I caught a glimse of a cute guy in hygenist garb and thought that would be a nice "perk" for a morning spent in the dental chair if he was attending to my pearly whites. No such luck. I got the dumpy, pot-bellied, middle aged heavy breathing OTHER male hygenist. Strike one. So I put on my stylish tinted sunglasses so thoughtfully provided by the clinic, and geared up. This guy whipped out a tool that is new to my dental experience. I don't know what it was called, but it was less than pleasant. Consider the high pitched whir that a drill makes, combined with a water pik that seemed to be malfunctioning all over my face, and an overall feeling of drowing. I finally stopped him to ask what that tool was, and what had become of the traditional scrape & polish techniques of old. Strike two. After coming up for air, and being very thankful step one had come to a close I geared up for the rest. Thankfully we retreated to the scrape, polish, floss method I was born & raised with. Though the polish segment was equally messy. I think I ended up with tooth polish in my hair after all was said and done. Strike Three. I scored the free toothbrush, and high-tailed it out of there. I'm hoping he's not my hygenist for life. Maybe I'll get the cute one next time.

P.S. I've added a few new sets to Mighty Girl Magnets. And after a slight bump in the road the order buttons are back up and running.