3 years. Three whole, stinkin' years.
That's how long it had been since I'd last been to the dentist. (Fer shame, I know.) If you could judge loathing in "days since"...you'll get an idea of how much I enjoy the dentist.
Well, I mean...not THE dentist. He's a gem. A complete doll. The hygienist is too. It's just the stuff they do in my mouth. The SCRAPE. SCRAPE. SCRAPING. The poking and prodding. The unwieldy large x-ray thing-a-ma-jig they make a girl bite on.
I hate it. Which in turn, makes me hate them, but only for a second. As soon as their hands and instruments are out of my mouth, I love them again. But, back in they go and then HERE COMES THE HATE.
It's a good thing they can't hear what's in my head.
Regardless...I survived. And even got a "cavity free" bill of dental health!
(Hmmmmm...makes me wonder if I should push it to 4 years next time.) ;)