Friday, August 12, 2011

More Novocaine, Please

I never understood why people hate the dentist. I love that clean feeling and knowing that all my teeth are healthy. The Cosby Show taught me early on that dentists were cool.

And there are tons of fun, clever books about teeth:
The Berenstain Bears Visit the Dentist by Stan and Jan Berenstain
Just Going to the Dentist by Mercer Mayer
Arthur's Tooth by Marc Brown
Tooth Fairy's First Night by Anne Bowen
Throw Your Tooth on the Roof: Tooth Traditions from Around the World by Selby Beeler

Although it kind of creeps me out when kids lose their teeth (all the wiggling and gaped-tooth smiling and wanting to put them under their pillow), but I understand it's a kind of rite of passage from childhood to adolescence. It's a sign that you're not the same person you once were, so in a way, it's even kind of amazing.

It also helped that I've never had a cavity, never got wisdom teeth (I'm already smart enough, thank you), always had perfect exams. But that all changed this week when I went to the dentist and he told me a baby tooth I had never lost needed to come out. Err...

So I sucked it up, got in the tooth shuttle and let the dentist go to work. After several near panic attacks (when the drill slipped I really did freak out), very loud heavy metal on my iPod and a lot of hand-holding from two very kind dental hygienists, I have gone from my usual 28 down to 27 teeth. The anesthetic (which was actually Lidocaine and not Novocaine) wore off long ago and I don't have stitches, and still no pain.

I really don't know what all the fuss is about.

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