The dentist wasn’t bad at all. I feel silly for having been so scared. I took a Vicodin before I went, and I know it relaxed me, but next time (March 16) I think I can skip it. I didn’t feel a thing that was unpleasant, except maybe a couple twinges of vibration from the drill that sent chills down my spine. No actual pain. She even used a topical gel to numb my gum before the novocaine injection. I don’t remember that from childhood.
I did not care for the sound of the drill, of course, but I listened to my iPod (Portable EFO Show, mostly, hee) the whole time. I found the Brown daughters’ deaths very comforting in my time of stress.
I’m a quarter of the way done with the fillings, I think. She did the upper right. It cost seven hundred dollars. Be kind to your dental insurance and treasure it.
In unrelated news: You may recall last summer when I posted a photo of a treadmill on the grass around the commuter parking lot down the street. I invented a new category to cover objects like that, discarded in odd places. A few days ago I finally found a second example.
Also unrelated, I got an annual summary from Chase for my Visa card with them. It’s pretty horrifying.
Now, this is my Amazon card, and that’s really the only place I use it regularly, and the amounts in question are pretty small ($700 over the whole year), so it’s misleading, but still.