Finally

Today was my last visit. Other than regularly scheduled cleanings, with any luck at all, I won't be going to my dentist any more for a long, long time.
No more Novocaine shots in the palate, no more drills, water blasts, air blasts, files, saws, hammers, pliers.
No more anti-biotic stench in the waiting room, no more chunks of tooth swishing around my mouth, no more flying pieces of amalgamate filling, no more seared tooth smell.

I still have to enlist the services of an oral surgeon equipped with knock-out drops to get my wisdom teeth pulled, but as for cavities, crowns and the like I am done. All caught up. More than $10,000 dollars and 5 years later, I have ALL my gawd-damn teeth fixed.

The dentist jokingly told me today he should name a suite after me. Hell, why not? If not a suite then the Lexus he drives around in. I should definitely have my legacy tagged in his presence somewhere.

But damn. You couldn't have a nicer office staff, assistants, and well, the dentist himself.
In a pathetic Stockholm syndrome sort of way, I guess I'll miss those people.




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