Complaining about the dentist.

I hate the dentist. I hate going there. I dread it.

Especially when you wake up 5 mins before your appt. I almost fell asleep in the chair... except for the fact that some lady had her hands in my mouth and was scraping my teeth! Minor details...

Luckily, my dentist is like 2 mins away... so I was only a little late. I actually got a semi-interesting dental hygenist this time (if that's at all possible... ) Her stories were actually okay and kinda funny... and lo and behold... may I have a drum roll please... She actually took her hands out of my mouth when she asked me questions! Plus I got to tell my bear story, and let's face it, I love to tell stories (that's what the blog is for).

Oh, and on a bit of a tangent, when I was laying in that chair, staring at the bright light and making jokes in my head... 'don't go into the lllliiiiiiiiiiigggghhhtttttttt!!!' and I thought, why would anyone aspire to be a dental hygenist? They must get paid a freakin' fortune. I mean, that seems like the worst job ever! Is it something they aspire to as a small child... kinda like Dennis on Rudolph... are they really awkward kids who always want to stick their hands in people's mouths and then later are like, 'hey, I can do that as a job!?!?'

Anyway, they told me that my gums were puffy (?) and to floss more. K, whatever, I hear that every year, and then do it for the next week or so, until I forget again and move on.... I think my flossing habits are fine.

So then I walked home through the park, and it was very nice. This dude was mowing the entire place - I felt sorry for him, but I was mostly trying not to get run over by him.