The Dentist

I have great teeth.  Just one of those things that I was born with.  They are straight without ever needing braces and they have somehow managed to never get a cavity.  Yet even with these great teeth I still hate going to the dentist.

Its not the actual sitting in the dentist chair while they work away at cleaning my teeth that bothers me.  Although really, I can't see how anyone can enjoy lying there with their mouth wide open while someone scraps and pokes and sucks water out of your mouth.  

What I hate about going to the dentist is how they treat you like you don't know how to brush your teeth.  Or how they feel the need to tell you that you should be flossing 10 times a day and then scold you when you admit that you don't floss at all.

Yes, I admit it, I am not a flosser!  But with never having gotten a cavity I am not sure I see the need to floss.

The other thing I absolutely hate is how they new decide to measure your gums and prick them with something sharp to see if they will bleed.  Hello news flash ... I am human, if you prick me with something some of my blood is going to seep out.

My dentist tries to get me into their office every six months.  Which is an improvement on the last dentist that I went to who tried for every 3-4 months.  No way I want to go sit in that chair every six months.  I manage to do every nine months, which is still more frequently that is probably necessary.