Scraping and Planing

Ahh, Scraping and Planing, such good times. Saw my dentist today, and I had to pay HIM to have my teeth scraped, and then planed. In earlier times, he would have to pay ME.

All kidding aside, this places me at sort of a dental day one, a restart if you will. If I maintain good dental hygiene, it will be as if I never had not gone (double negative, I know!) to the dentist in the last 15 years or so, so it's all good, and worth the sacrifice.

We picked up the Little Guy's Halloween costume yesterday, and let me tell you, it's the cutest thing in the world, pictures will be posted shortly.

Now that wasn't so bad now was it?

My dentist appointment went remarkably well. It just goes to show (as my own Mom pointed out to me) that there have been many advances in dentistry since I have gone to see one. The worst part was being administered the Novocain, 6 needles on my upper gum, 6 below, on some sensitive gums. It also goes to show that the dentist I grew up with is the stereotypical sadist type, who encouraged us not to use Novocain for things like, root canals, and tooth extraction (this is not a joke, I thought it was just us kids, my brother and sisters, who were at fault, like we were all wimps or something, turns out the guy was kinda sick, so says my Mom). My dental hygienist was very gentle and was genuinely concerned for my comfort, I can't praise her enough. The second part of the procedure takes place next month, and then I will be back to normal, for the most part, in the dental department, none the worse for ware for not going in .....I think it must be at least, oh god, 15 years. Kids, don't be like me, go to the dentist.

Pray for my SOUL!!!! or at least my comfort

You may remember last month that I mentioned that I was going to the dentist for the first time in umpteen years. The visit went somewhat smoothly, as I only had 3 cavities (I guess my teeth are kind of hard) which is good.

But good is always counterbalanced by the bad (like Fox News! always fair and balanced) and I have to have a procedure done on the base of my teeth called "scraping and planing", which, I am told, is a fairly descriptive name for the procedure.

In the interest of science and for the betterment of the blogging community as a whole, I will report on this procedure once completed, look for my blog later today...if I live.

Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem!

So the dentist wasn't so bad...this time. I have to come back and get something called a "scrape and plane" ***shudders*** This involves scraping my teeth below the gum line of all the schmutz (that's a technical dentist term, sorry to bore you with my high tech jargon) that's built up on my teeth and then planing the tooth smooth so as to discourage further buildup. It sounds awful. Pray for me.

So as I left work last night a co-worker flagged me down to give her a hand with a printer that was giving her guff, so I naturally obliged. Well, since I was almost out the door I had my keys in my hand, so when I repaired the printer, I accidentally left my keys on the printer. I left for home.

The lovely young lady who I had helped called me on my cell phone (ever present since the leg incident, seriously) to let me know the fate of my keys, no worries says I, I have a spare set at home, just leave them on my desk, and thanks for the call.

I did have a spare set at home, and my wife and son were also both home yesterday, so it really wasn't that big a deal. Those two were getting ready for a road trip to the cape (Cape Cod, the Irish Riviera, God's own country) to spend a few nights at a friends cottage. We all left the house together, me with my spare keys, those two off for some fun in the sun. My plan was to hit the dentist, come back home, shower, shave, and then off to work. On my return from the tooth man, I walked in my house, put my keys on counter, went to get my mail, AND PROMPTLY LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!

So I had to go to work in shorts and a T-shirt to get my original set of keys and tell my boss, yeah, I won't make it in today after all. But don't cry for me Argentina, I got a 6 pack of Guinness stout, the house to myself, and even a spot of scotch whiskey to turn this day around. That's me, I'm a glass half full of scotch kinda guy, not half empty.