I did it. I conquered my fear. I accomplished the impossible.
I made a visit to the dentist.
Yes, dentists freak me out. I had a traumatic experience with the school dentist back in school when I decided there and then that all dentists were evil beings. Eviiiil. Especially those with drills. Suffice to say, checking the condition of my teeth was limited to the few compulsory minutes I spent in the bathroom every morning and night. Flossing was an unimportant option.
I decided that since I had nothing to do last Saturday (it being a long, unproductive weekend and all), I decided to test my fate by making a phone call to my family dentist. Lo and behold, there was a convenient appointment slot for me at 12.30pm. I dreaded the moment. What was I thinking? I reassured myself that it was for the good of my teeth, since it will have to last me like, forever.
I arrived there early, but ended up waiting for almost 30 minutes. Thats ok I thought. I don't mind if they decide to cancel my appointment. My turn came however and I told the dentist that I wanted scaling done and to check out a possible cavitiy amongst my molars. The first thing she said after peering into my mouth was "How long have you since been to a dentist?" I replied "Errrrrrrrrrr... a few years?" This was followed by a tourtorous 45 minutes in the dentist chair as I had saliva, blood and tartar bits floating about in my mouth as the dentist scaled away at my teeth. I kept on telling myself, "Don't worry, only the upper teeth left... don't fret.. only the back molars now...". What an ordeal!
All in all the nice dentist (thank goodness she's nice) found no cavities or indications of bad teeth. She said that I was lucky considering I've had no fillings so far. "Whoopee!" I thought. "But...." she said, "If you continue grinding your teeth, you are going to wear down your (already) worn canine teeth and risk a root canal sometime in the future. And remember to floss!" Gah. I knew it. Nothing ever turns out perfect. Looks like I've got to get myself a mouth guard of some kind to get the teeth-grinding habit out of my system.
Well, at least I've got clean, shiny teeth now. Woohoo :B
