I am 44 years old and I’ve got a freakin cavity. ( No. Not between my ears, Dad.) I have one in my mouth and it is starting to hurt. I have called my dentist and after much searching for my chart and determining that they have never heard of me because it has been OVER SEVEN YEARS since I was last in, I made an appointment. I am a bad, bad patient. I can’t believe it has been that long since I was to the dentist. My kids records were there and up to date. Even John’s was current. Well, to be totally fair, his was current because he had to go have a root canal because he didn’t go in when his cavity first started hurting. Boy, I am! I am THERE, BABY! No siree, no root canal for me! Just fill that bad boy!
Yes. I am all a dither with excitement. Next week, Wednesday to be exact. I am getting drilled. And not in a good way.