Today I went to the dentist. It was my first visit for a few years, so I was a bit nervous about what she would find.
Turns out I have no decay, but she said two very unwelcome things to me:
"You are a grinder." (Translation: I am wearing my teeth down like a walrus. If I don't pay $650 for the special night-time mouthguard thingy she wants me to wear, I will have no teeth on the bottom in ten to fifteen years and will find it very difficult to bite off pieces of sticky-tape at Christmas time.)
Second, following a nasty, nasty cleaning: "The bleeding will stop in ten to fourteen days." If she'd mentioned this BEFORE the cleaning I could have saved us both some time.
And the final shock? I was billed $100 for "Removal of calculus." I am going back next week to have my quadratic equations extracted.
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To the race! (part 9)
4 years ago
Sheesh. What do they remove if you have no number smarts to begin with? No wonder I fear the dentist.
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