Nothing like the smell of your tooth on fire!

I had a cavity filled this morning. It’s only my third filling ever. I was 28 years old when I got my first one, and my dentist had just said to me within the past year or so “if you don’t get one pretty soon, you probably won’t.”

So I was pissed when I did.

I’m reasonably rigorous about oral hygiene, but I’ve received an evaluation of “eventually” on this tooth for several years. Finally, I got an “it’s time” last month.

Dr. Pine (RIP) and Dr. Congo were responsible for the other two fillings in my mouth, and when Dr. Congo asked me how she’d done at the end of my second one, I said “very well! Lots less smoke than when Dr. Pine did it.” She cackled and enjoyed that again with me every time I saw her after that, until she left to start her own practice.

So I told Dr. LaForte that story this morning, and she laughed. I said “yeah, with Dr. Pine you couldn’t even see the other side of the room for all the smoke. We had to open the windows.” Then she laughed harder.

She and her assistant did very well today. Barely perceived the injection, only briefly smelled the drill’s effects, and I was out the door exactly 42 minutes after I arrived.

Then I poured Diet Rite all over my shirt.

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