Dental musings

This is what happens when you take an unexpected break from blogging:

A vague feeling of guilt that you aren't recording your children's lives in minute detail.

Slightly more time than usual.

Nobody really notices.

But then you start writing blog posts in your mind.  "I'll start it this way...and then I'll title thusly...and ohIcouldwriteaboutTHAT!"

And then you start blogging again.

So...for today's selection, we have the dentist appointment.  And then tomorrow will be a big secret revealed (no I am NOT pregnant).  And then Friday will be all about my DUP luncheon.  Perhaps Saturday will be a recap of my anniversary trip, Sunday a discussion of my new calling, and of course we've had two birthdays and our very first friends birthday party to relate.
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As I was writing this post in my mind, staring up at the special lamp positioned to flood my gaping mouth with light, I started it like this:

"I hate the dentist."

But then I started thinking.  I don't actually hate the dentist.  He's a very nice man, as are most of the dentists I've ever had.  (Would you believe I've never had a female dentist?  And I've seen a LOT of dentists.)  I even like some former dentists, very much, like Bro. R. in our ward.  So I had to think of a different opening line.

"I hate going to the dentist" or perhaps "I hate dental work."

Except neither of those are true, either.  I am very grateful to live in such a time as this, with plentiful, fairly inexpensive (I am not in the 1%, you know) dental care.  And that our flour doesn't have small bits of grit in it.  Did you know that the Anasazi died at about 30-35 years old, because of THEIR poor broken teeth?  From abscesses and stuff like that?  I probably would have been dead at 12, considering my record.  Poor nearsighted toothless Indian girl.  So I'm grateful for dental work and the dentist.

I thought about this for a beginning:  "I really hate the process of getting dental work done, what with the shots and the tastes and the drills and the smells and the pain and the price and all.  But I love having teeth that don't hurt."

Except that is a very odd and convoluted opening sentence.  So I leave you with this:

"I went to the dentist this morning and got a cavity filled and new porcelain cap for one of my molars that has cracks in it.  And I did not enjoy myself."

How was your day?