I have a mild phobia of dentists. I'm sure that is normal, at least I know I'm not the only one. But, I did suck it up and take my medicine every six months throughout my childhood and teen years. Then I got pregnant. I didn't go to my next dentist appointment because I was scared of the x-ray. After that, I never got back into the habit. No more professional, preventive treatment so - here come the cavities.
Now the excuses for not starting back again. My family comes first, too scared, no time to go, too scared, can't afford it... But, whenever my husband, Mr. Whiner, has a bothersome tooth guess what happens? Yep! He goes to the dentist and gets it fixed.
I, on the other hand, finally worked up enough courage to go to this terrifying place after 14 years. I made an appointment to get my teeth cleaned. At the appointment, I got my teeth photographed, molded, and x-rayed - not cleaned. They had me come back for a follow-up to review them and asked what I wanted to have done. All I wanted was a cleaning! I was so frustrated that I never went back after that. Now I have a dentist bill and nothing to show for it.
I try to keep my teeth clean, but it's so much better to get them professionally cleaned every so often. I floss a lot. Mr. Whiner doesn't. He got a cavity (cavities?) between his too front teeth. They started chipping away to form a gap. Surprise, surprise, he went to the dentist. After a couple of cleaning appointments, he got his cavities filled in this morning. He looks great!
I couldn't really enjoy it with him when he came home to show me. I was so jealous because I have had a cavity between my two front teeth since before he started getting his. (But with my constant flossing, mine hasn't progressed as much as his did.) I know I should just bite the bullet and go back, but it easier said than done. Maybe I should have Mr. Whiner make the appointment for me, that way I'd have no excuses.
