I don't like the dentist.
It is understandable though, considering my dental history:
12 teeth extracted (four of them because of a childhood accident involving sliding down an icy hill on my stomach, while having my head sat on halfway down - the other eight due to having my Dad's large teeth, and my mom's small mouth).
Two rounds of braces - first round from Grade 4 until 9, second round from Grade 11 until first year university.
So when someone says I have a million dollar smile - I tell them that it is probably not too far from the tooth . . . er . . . truth.
Today, I had my annual check-up and cleaning. About a month ago I started feeling sensitivity in one of my molars, one which about eight years ago was drilled and filled with the caveat of "I'm not promising that this won't need a root canal some day". So with some reluctance, I told my dentist about my recent sensitivity. After x-rays, tapping and humming and hawing - the good news is - no root canal needed! I am however going to get it crowned - as a preventative procedure.
The bonus prize was that I have a cavity on the other side of my mouth.
Thursday's not going to be a fun morning for me.
* Photo credit - Good Rockin' Tonight