Today, I went to the dentist. Do you know what the dentist means to me? Modern-day form of torture. Anyone who finds it enjoyable to sit for 30 minutes with your mouth hanging open while something stabs you with a sharp metal object needs their head checked.
I went into this appointment convinced that I had a nasty cavity growing in my back tooth. Turns out it was just a little stain. That was the good thing that came out of the dentist today.
Did you know that dentists have the highest suicide rate of any profession? Why do you think that is? Perhaps it's because everyone hates them. Or they spend their days talking to people that can only mumble some form of the English language back. I definitely enjoy trying to answer questions with a mouthful of gross, flouride toothpaste, don't you?
On the plus side, at least you leave there with a clean mouth. Perhaps a clean bill of dental health. And if you go to my dentist, a bag full of goodies.
PS - Someone other than me needs to tell hubs that he needs a trip to the dentist too. It's been 2 years and we don't pay for dental insurance every month for nothing. Geez.