Trials and Tribulations During My Annual Checkup
posted on 16 December 2011 | posted in
Health and Beauty
I sat in the warm and inviting waiting room, flipping idly at a magazine that I would normally only see at the checkout of a supermarket, when I hear my name called. I walk into the darlington dentists office, smelling the medical odor of teeth cleaning, and I feel apprehension as I greet the dentist and sit down. The apprehension grows as he works on my teeth, and it is not a fear- simply apprehension of the inevitable question. As it must, it comes, and he answers as he cleans my teeth. "Have you been flossing regularly?" He asks, in a non-accusatory tone. Guilt washes over me, and I know it is useless to lie to a professional. "Mrrghpg" I manage to say noncommittally with my mouth full of the dental instruments cleaning and restoring my teeth to vitality. It is neither a no or a yes, but by the slight, expectant disappointment in his eyes I know he knows. I lower my eyes in shame. He pulls the dental instruments from my mouth. "I also recommend paying more attention to your molars. You really need to massage the toothbrush in there. Are right, we are all done here. Take good care of those pearly whites!" I smile weakly after my harrowing experience, and remind myself that he is simply looking out for my best interests.
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