I had not been to the dentist since D got sick. Somehow his medical needs were so pressing, my preventatives did not make the list.
In my defense, I never had so much as a cavity until I was in my forties. And that first and only cavity? She was a doozie. Required a root canal and a crown. Made me thankful for the good teeth genes of all my Swedish relatives. Because that drill? Not welcome in this mouth.
Anyhoo, I was really dreading this visit. I was convinced that Something Big Was Wrong with my teeth. This is very unusual for me. I usually live in a land called Fine, Fine, Everything is FINE! and worrying is not on my daily to-do list.
The dental assistant began our visit by taking my blood pressure with an automatic cuff. And, my usually low BP was marginally high. Next, she turned on a lap top screen positioned in front of my face to show the digital x-rays she was taking. 18 digital shots later, and my entire mouth was on display, tooth by tooth. When did all this dental innovation take place? Oh, that's right: during my five year absence from my dentist's office.
The dentist came in to view the digital images on the screen. (Remember when we used to say view the films? That is so five years ago, apparently.) And I felt myself duck and cover for his bad news: My teeth...need to be...cleaned. CLEANED? That's all?
As I uncurled from my fetal position in the chair, I realized there was not the tiniest shred of my being or mouth that expected good news today. In fact, I was apparently anticipating dental holocaust. And I was surprised by joy in the form of no drills, no dental intervention and no more interruptions to my school schedule. (Except that I was called up for jury duty for the first time in my life for Monday. But that is another blog.)
Resolved: to actively start looking for good things to happen.
Like the Beatles to re-release a digital version of their originally recorded songs remastered. For stores to actually stock enough of these CDs so that there is not a run on them. Or for Yoko to admit she was part of the problem.
Re-Resolve: to actively start looking for realistic good things to happen.