I have a confession to make…
I went to the dentist on Monday. When I called to make the appointment, the kind receptionist asked me to come in 20 minutes early to fill out paper work because it has been 6 years! I immediately debated going to a new dentist to avoid the slap on the wrist.
I very nervously walked into my appointment wondering if I was going to walk out with dentures. How did 6 years go by? The thing is, my dentist has floor seats at the Bulls games, so I see him often when I work. I smile at him. It’s like a check-up, right?! I guess I just felt like I had gone because I see him. The other thing that happened is that when I became a “grown-up” my mom stopped making appointments for me. I did not pick up where she left off.
I am writing you this slice with a numb mouth and a couple other appointments scheduled, including my next teeth cleaning! I sometimes slack on the whole taking care of myself thing. This is a lesson learned the hard way. I am going to try to be a better “grown-up.” Does anybody out there have a check-list on how to better adult?!
I didn’t mean to leave you hanging…I do not need dentures.