Always Remember to Floss

I put off going to the dentist, for a long, long time.  2007.  Seven years.  Which coincides with Micah's arrival.

Fortunately, according to the dentist, I am blessed with good teeth.  After seven years, minimal plaque, one old, old filling with a little decay at the margins, and the reason that finally put me in the dentist's chair, a rear molar with a filling that was deciding to depart little by little, starting last year.

So I got to meet Novocaine once again and listen to the whirr of whatever evil device that was used to burr down the tooth.

And once the anesthetic wore off, pain, that is keeping 4/4 time in my left upper teeth.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.  I will not neglect my choppers ever again.

And fortunately I am lucky to have a speedy dentist, he finished in time so that I could pick up my Singer sewing machine that was in for its annual tune-up and Thea's that was in because it was acting up.