Other than obsessively checking my calendar all day long, paranoid that I’d miss another appointment like yesterday, it was a normal day.
The highlight of the day was my dental cleaning. It was horrible, as usual.
However, I did have a revelation today. There they were scraping off my gums and I was thinking, “Wow! This really hurts!” But then I realized, “No, actually, it doesn’t.”
On a scale of 1 – 10 where 1 is the pain of having to get out of bed before the sun rises, 8 is the pain of an unmedicated childbirth, and 10 is having your leg amputated in the Civil War with only a shot of whiskey as anesthetic, the dental cleaning was a mere 2. There was blood involved, so I couldn’t say that it was a 1, but it wasn’t all that bad.
The thing with dentists is that it’s often more the idea of pain than actual pain. One slip of those razor sharp pointy instruments and…no, I can’t even finish the sentence.
Picture of the day:
Checking out my newly cleaned teeth in the car mirror.