The Dentist.

It has been an embarrassingly long time since I've been to the dentist. I guess it's just one of those things - another necessary evil. But my teeth started hurting recently so I decided it was time to get it over with. I really wasn't looking forward to my appointment because I knew I had a cavity (or two) and it's always unnerving to go to a new place. You never really know what to expect. Well, come to find out everyone was really nice, the office was clean and new, and the dentist was very sweet and gentle. Surprisingly (or not), that still doesn't make it much better. I did end up having to get some fillings and it didn't really hurt, but it's the one time I wish I could suppress my senses. Everything from the sound of the drill and the smell it creates as it grinds down your teeth, to seeing this: makes me want to cringe. On top of that, you've got what feels like eight different instruments crammed in your mouth and down the back of your throat, all while trying to (painfully) keep your mouth open as wide as you can. And after all that, I'm still not done. I have to go back for my "deep clean" and go to an oral surgeon about my wisdom teeth. I can only guess what kind of torture that will be.

On a happier note, my sweet hubby came home from work and surprised me with some flowers(because I was having a bad day, not because of the fillings)

and some chocolate pudding!

(in case my teeth were hurting)

Thanks for being so sweet and thoughtful honey, I love you!