Yesterday marked another 6-month check up at the dentist. Which, for me, is like embarking on a never-ending treasure hunt.
There is always something to be found.
Maybe it’s just me, but my past dental experiences have never been oodles of fun. It just doesn’t hold a candle to the excitement that comes with getting my eyes stabbed at the optometrist, having hair electrocuted off my face during electrolysis, or even the uncomfortable-ness of going to the lady doctor.
That’s right. I’d rather go to the gynecologist than the dentist. Something isn’t right about that. And so are the days of our lives.
Though my teeth may shine bright, like a , they have not been without their problems over the years. I’m not sure how many cavities I’ve had in my lifetime, which basically means I’ve had so many that I’ve lost count.
But this trip was different! The dedication I exhibited towards my dental hygiene would not fail me this time. I brushed, I flossed and I rinsed with such intensity, you’d think every day was check up day. I also prayed that the good Lord would smile down on me and bless my pearly whites with zero cavities. And wouldn’t you guess it, I came out with zero cavities!
Too bad I didn’t account for my previously filled tooth betraying me mid-cleaning (blast you, sensitivity!) and ultimately resulting in a root canal.
You really have to be specific when it comes to your prayers.
But don’t fret over me, blog readers, cause this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve had 4 root canals in my lifetime, which all but guarantees me valet parking and a spot on the endodontics VIP list.
I’m not sure what the average number of root canals are per American, but I have a pretty good feeling I’m winning that race.
Or would it be losing?
Update: As of this morning, I received my 5th root canal. You can catch me posted up at the house, numbed up, drugged up and unable to move the left side of my mouth.
I’m living my life like it’s golden.