the joy of dentist appointments

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i went to the dentist last week. and it was awesome.

not because we found an awesome coupon and saved a ton of money.

and not because i have no cavities! (and considering i haven't been to the dentist in at least 3 1/2 years, this is a big deal. especially in light of the fact that pregnancy and nursing can wreak havoc on your bones/teeth, what with those little babies sucking all the calcium out of your body. and since i feel like i've been pregnant or nursing for the majority of the last 5 1/2 years, i was prepared for massive cavities. so, i was pleasantly surprised when she said my teeth looked great.)

and speaking of my teeth looking great, she said they were the best she had ever seen, especially considering i haven't had braces.

and yes, of course she was telling the truth and no it was not false flattery.

(i sense, right now, across the miles, that my sister just might be rolling her eyes. that poor girl had a horrible time with dentists, braces, etc growing up and i never did. and she spent far more time than i brushing and flossing. i remember the sores in her mouth, dreading her orthodontist appointments, painful cavities. it doesn't seem fair.)

(however, her children are far calmer and way better sleepers than mine, so just maybe it does all work out in the end. 'cause i'd pretty much rather have a root canal than repeat the first year of mason's life.)

anyhow...

the greatness of this visit also did not come in the fact that this awesome dentist didn't see the need to lecture me on flossing. she asked if i floss (because that's what dentists do) and instead of lying and saying sometimes (as in at least twice a year or anytime i have corn on the cob) i said no. and that was that. finally, a dentist that recognizes that if a grown adult is not flossing, no amount of guilt-tripping/lecturing/threatening is going to make them change their ways.

i was a little concerned about the effect they might see of all my teeth grinding. because i grind those things something fierce. this seems so weird to me. isn't sleep supposed to be the most relaxing moment of ever? why on earth would i grind my teeth like i'm trying to chew through leather; so bad that my jaw is sore the next morning? the dentist asked, "are you under a lot of stress?"

ummm..... let me think about that:yep.

so anyhow, if you are still reading this boring post all about me, the real reason the dentist trip was so fantastic had to do with the ridiculously long wait between x-rays and the dentist making her way over to me. because while i waited, i was reclined in this comfy chair, looking at the gorgeous mountains out the window...

and i fell asleep.

it was awesome! one of the best naps i've had in a long time. and i wasn't even concerned if someone "caught" me sleeping. i felt so rested by the time i left there.

so yeah, i have to go to the dentist to get some decent sleep. something is seriously wrong with me.