The Dentist

So, yesterday and today were Tori and my dentists appointments. I realized as soon as I walked into my dentist office yesterday, I didn't like it. First off, it's a house. Well, it once was a house, now it's a dentist's office. The dentist seemed really nice, until he was scraping the calcium deposits off my teeth from the past 2 years. Luckily, they were really only behind my two front bottom teeth. Apparently there is a small gap there that I forgot about. Anyway, so now I can't stop tonguing that spot. It feels odd.
Anyway between what seemed like pieces of the teeth flying out of my mouth, and trying to keep my head still while he's pulling on it with a sharp metal object, I realized that I probably have more issues. So, I ask. I guess it's better to have them deal with the issues now than another 2 years down the road when I need dentures because all my teeth have been taken out.
Luckily, it just looks like my two original fillings (from the age of 12) need to be replaced, which is nice since having giant silver blobs in my mouth really isn't attractive. Although, come to think of it, I can't remember the last time someone was looking that far into my mouth, or opening my mouth that far for anyone to look into in the first place... And then, out of no where, "Oh, looks like you may have a small cavity due to a deep crevice in your tooth. No biggie, we'll get it when we fix the old fillings." This is the part where I FREAK OUT!!!
So, I'm not afraid of the dentist. Let me just put that out there. My previous dentist was nice, plus, since the age of 12, I haven't had anything besides x-rays and cleanings. And I'm not afraid of needles. Heck, I WATCH them stab me. But, needles in my mouth? No thank you! And then, the sound of them grinding away my teeth as they attempt to replace it with a tooth substitute? Count me out. I DO NOT want a piece of that. Thanks though.
So, now, D-Day, for me, is November 1st. I will only be responding to texts, and if anyone would like to come and help me watch Tori while I look and talk like a chipmunk, it would be greatly appreciated. Although, you will be checked at the door for cameras.
On a brighter note, Tori had her dentist appointment this morning. It was basically me just trying to show her that the dentist is fun (it's called Kidz Dental Works) since there are all sorts of murals of Dr. Seuss on the walls, a giant salt water fish tank (Nemo and sea anemone included), and a play room with a play kitchen. She was having fun until she had to lay down on my knees while a (very nice stranger) poked around her mouth with a dental mirror. She didn't enjoy that. And while we were walking back into the front room, a woman asked the hygienist if the subdued kid woke up and started crying. Yeah, apparently it was bad. Her response was awesome though "No, they don't just wake up." Perhaps I should get my fillings there? I wouldn't mind being put down so I'm unconscious for their drilling. Or at least give me some laughing gas BEFORE you stab me with your giant needle!! Jeez.
Anyway, Tori got a little zebra koosh ball thing, and has probably forgotten the whole thing. She'll remember on March 15th when we go back though. There will be a little voice in the back of her head warning her to not follow the nice lady in bright pink scrubs. I'm sure of it.