Arrrgh!!!

I woke up this morning expecting to loose a molar at the oral surgeon's office. I'm scared to death of dentists......all kinds of dentists, but I managed to pull myself together to get to his office at 10:45. I had not had "anything by mouth" since 11:45 last night, not even water. They were running late, and of course, we got there early.

I filled out pages of forms and they finally called me in. The nurse was wonderful. I had requested that I be put to sleep for this session so I wouldn't recall any of it. She hooked me up to an EKG machine, took my blood pressure, and put one of those clips on my finger that tracks my pulse. We discussed what meds I'm on, and the doc came in.

He was the archeologist the last time I had to have a tooth removed. He did a fine job, despite the cavern that was left afterward. I chose to go back to someone I knew, rather than breaking in a new digger. Besides, the guy is an ex-Marine, cute as hell for a guy my age, and a doc in addition to being an oral surgeon.

He checked out my mouth, and looked quizzical. "WHY do you want to have this tooth removed?" I gave him all the reasons my dentist had given me. He asked his assistant to get the dentist on the phone. She was away until June 18.

Ultimately, he showed me the x-ray of the tooth he was supposed to work on, and said that he felt there were other options to be considered rather than removing it. He thinks I should have a crown put on it.

So........for the very first time in my life I have been given a reprieve from the dentist's chair. It may still come to it that the tooth is removed, but it wasn't today. Actually, I'm rather fond of the tooth. We've known each other for a LOT of years! I sure hope this little discussion doesn't tick off the dentist. (Envisioning scenes from "Little Shop of Horror.")

Wish me luck!