It’s my Spring Break. So what to do on a Monday morning on Spring Break… dentist.

Yes the dentist. A place of unabashed humility. You show up on time and wait 30 minutes. You pay to have someone point out your weaknesses.

My by and far favorite visit to the dentist was several years ago when I didn’t have dental insurance and had to go to the dental school. When the student I was assigned to looked inside my mouth his first words were ‘So I see you’ve bad a lot of work done.’

Now I’m not proud of how many cavities I’ve had, but I try to take good care of my mouth. I brush and use mouthwash nightly. I floss a couple times a week. I even started using a water pick again after Sam purchased a new one a few weeks ago.

I will admit that I drink more coffee than the average person. Also that around Easter and Halloween my candy consumption peaks. But it’s not bad the rest of the year. Much lower than it used to be, even compared to a few years ago. I also don’t drink soda, unless I’m at the movies.

I do all this but still have bad teeth. So I try not to feel too bad about it.

Today is taking care of some fillings. I’m all numbed up and ready to go. I swear dental needles hurt more than most. I could care less about a needle at the doctor, at the dentist though.. It’s a whole other story. When they numb me up good I lose the ability to breath out of the good side of my nose, which sucks. I think he also hit a nerve. I could feel every hair in my chin like they were on fire with pain when he numbed me up. I’ve never had that before. It was strange for sure.

I also hate the pictures here. The people either have perfect big white teeth, or look like a witch with blackened teeth and a toothless smile. So I either feel ashamed or great based off of the pictures. Or both at the same time. Thanks doc.