At the dentist

So I just went around to the dentist in fear and dread, and then I came out basking in the glory. Just some of the things the dentist said to me were "you have great teeth", "your homecare must be good", "you're obviously an avid brusher" and "you floss well" (truth is, I rarely floss, but I wasn't going to mention that - I was just lapping it up) and then she said to the assistant "I think these are the best teeth we've seen in a long time". So, I'm feeling suitably chuffed with myself - and I might quite like dentists from this point on.

I do, however, have to go back for a filling I had that fell off. But it wasn't a filling because I had tooth decay. No. It was a filling because in my avid brushing I had worn through the enamel to the nerve at the top of one of my teeth. That's more my style. My Mum said to me once in frustration over something "you do everything too vigorously and liberally Alison". And so I go in with a mountain of toothpaste and brush like crazy. But if you're going to do something you might as well do it properly I say (except for the part about not flossing very often).

The bad news is that because this spot is sensitive (and I have just been avoiding it for years) she reckons I will need an anaesthetic for the job. That's the part I hate: needles in the gum. So I am going to have to just go and suck it up. I'm looking forward to some more of all that praise and affirmation though.