A couple of weeks ago, I went to see my friends at the dentist’s office, and got my teeth cleaned. Frankly, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. The hygienist wasn’t one I knew – though I’ve seen her around; hell, there’s only two of them – and she was not in amy way, shape, or form gentle with me. I don’t mind it a little rough, but golly. Anyhow, she said I was doing OK, no bleeding, not much plaque, but some “staining” (which feel vaguely ashamed of for some reason, but it would have to be either coffee or Newman’s Own™ Balsamic Vinaigrette, because that’s pretty much the only stainy-type stuff that makes it past my lips these days – at least until SSM takes effect next month). <\/p>\n
But no, then the dentist had to come in and give me the once-over, and, lo-and-behold, he says I have a couple of “chipped” teeth (which I’m pretty sure isn’t a recent development, but I guess it’s summer and he needs to get the boat in the water or maybe his kid’s going to college in the fall). So, they have a pretty neat system there, ‘cuz I consider myself a pretty savvy consumer (I mean, I always turn down the extended maintenance contract and stuff, though I did fall for the undercoating once, but I was young), but somehow I had an appointment to get them “built up” and I don’t even remember anybody asking. Anyhow, today’s the day I have to go in and get this done. I really hope there isn’t any pain involved here, but somehow I bet there will be. At the very least, it’ll cost me money, and that hurts.<\/p>\n