Hyper Dentist Double Appointment Extreme! (Blog 475)

Today, I went to the dentist! Before that though, I drove my dad to the shops. Why? There seems to have been something going on with my car’s accelerator for a while now, but I’m not sure if it’s in my mind. My dad didn’t comment on my driving at all, so I guess it is indeed in my mind. I could ask for his opinion, but if I do that, he feels more important than me and powns me, so I didn’t. What’s the car version of hypochondria called? Because I think I have the condition. Hypocaria?? Let’s Google the word… Ok, it seems I haven’t invented that word, it actually has nothing to do with cars, it’s a ‘state of reduced carbon dioxide in the blood’. A bit random, isn’t it? There’s a lesson for you, if you think you may have something wrong with your car but also think you may be imagining it, don’t say you have hypocaria as you will confuse your doctor. Anyway, after arriving at the town of the dentist, I did my standard ‘checking if everything is locked’ and ‘checking if I didn’t park my car illegally’ routine. I hate it, but it has to be done for my peace of mind. I heard a dad say ‘what are you doing??’ to his son, but I sensed that comment was really directed at me. It didn’t stop me from my checks though, as quite simply, I need them. Sure I have been accused of breaking into my own car, twice now, but I don’t care.

Next came the charity shop browsing. Nope, no music of any interest. Not to worry, when in the dentist waiting room, I heard some garage music on the radio, which I found to be a little bit weird for such a place. You usually get pop music, right? The uptempo beats actually got me pumped for my hygiene appointment and then my checkup in a weird way, so I have to say I’d like more garage in the future! When the song was finished, I heard the classic ‘aah-da-da’ song, it wasn’t bad! God knows what it’s called, though. When looking around the room in boredom, I noticed the ‘Together Dental’ logo. The two Es in ‘Together’ were in a different font, and I wondered why. Why does the E need to stand out? Does the E stand for excitement? As you get two Es, does that mean I would soon be experiencing double excitement? Because in a weird way, I was excited. An excellent choice for a radio station as all those in the waiting room were together. In a way, it was like a party.

Eventually, I was called into the torture room to get my teeth cleaned. The relief I felt when my bottom teeth were finally done with, and when the dentist moved onto my upper teeth was intense. Nope, when my upper chompers were cleaned, the dentist went back to work on my lower ones again! She was very clearly a sadist. The other dentist in the room was probably just there for fun, there wasn’t any real need for the both of them. So yeah, I had a bit of a build up of plaque to get rid of, but the mouth wash I used a while ago and now stopped caused brown stains, so what can you do? I don’t like plaque, but I like the colour brown on my teeth even less. When everything was finally over FOR SURE, I went back to the waiting room as I anticipated my dental checkup. I wanted to say to those in the area ‘wow, that was unbearable, I’ve never been in so much pain’ just to scare them. I didn’t say that, but I did try to say that through body language and facial expressions.

In the checkup I was told my teeth were fine, other than a black bit on my tooth that could develop into decay in the future. Black’s even worse than brown, but as I can’t see it, it doesn’t matter. I’m the kind of person who’d probably prefer decayed teeth painted white over healthy yellow teeth. Because of the brain medication I’m on, I drool at night, so I asked the dentist if he could make me a mouth guard to stop the drooling. He said ‘probably not’ which annoyed me as I called the dentist beforehand about making me something to stop the excess saliva, and the person on the phone said ‘that’s what mouth guards are made for!’ I guess I’ll have to ask about medication to help me with my problems. They can have side effects that make you feel hot, so I guess I’ll just have to feel hot. The drive home was mostly uneventful, but I did see someone standing next to a red traffic light and telling me to stop. Actually, I’m aware of how traffic lights work. Or so I thought, the guy later told me to drive through the red light. Very strange. And blog over, bye!