Tuesday, June 08, 2004
THE DENTIST: AY AY AY!
This morning I went to see my dentist, as you could probably tell from the title of my post. I have been terrified all week about going because I was to have a periodontal scraping today; “scaling” if you will. Ick. Even writing those words makes me shudder.
The people in my dentist office are just about the nicest and kindest people on the planet. I’ve become pretty cool with them since my last visit. The receptionist, Nelly, gave me a huge hug when I walked in the door. I totally needed that as my hands were shaking like little gay leafs.
They immediately called me into the recesses of the office and had me sit in the chair. The hygenist said “My name is Paris, I will be your hygenist today”. I responded with “Hi Paris. My name is terrified. I feel like I could pee all over the floor.” She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder. “Oh Joe, I’ll take very good care of you.”
I sat in the chair for over an hour as Paris scraped and proded all inside my mouth. She used some sort of hyper-intense spray that removed all the stains on my teeth. (Rita…member the stains on the inside of my teeth from smoking? They’re gone!!!) After she was done removing the stains, I said “Are we almost done? I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She responded with “Oh Joe, we just started. I have a lot more to do.” “Nooooooooooooooooooooo! I need more novocaine.” Paris kindly obliged and then scraped so far below my gum line that I thought she was going to accidentally pluck every tooth out of my head. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.
Finally, she was finished. My gums were very swollen, but immediately looked much better. The dentist came in and said “What a remarkable difference. Your teeth are in excellent shape and if you keep flossing and taking care of your gums, you should be back to normal in no time.” Phew.
Paris gave me a hug as I left (everyone hugs the Joe) and I made another appointment with Nelly for a follow up visit; just to make sure everything is healing appropriately. I have a cleaning scheduled for October as well and I finally feel like I’m on track with my teeth. And what a smile I have! I’m sure to get a ton of movie roles now.
It will take a day or so for my gums to fully heal. I mean, you don’t dig that low and expect there to be no reprocussions. But for the most part…it’s all over. I am so proud of myself for being a big boy and getting this taken care of. I even went all by myself! Shit, you should SEE the size of my balls today.
For all of you that prayed and wished me luck…thank you. Why is it that journalers seem to remember big things in my life when no one else in my personal life can?
By tomorrow I hope to have a gleaming, happy smile.
And I owe it all to Paris Hilton and Nelly, the singer.
This morning I went to see my dentist, as you could probably tell from the title of my post. I have been terrified all week about going because I was to have a periodontal scraping today; “scaling” if you will. Ick. Even writing those words makes me shudder.
The people in my dentist office are just about the nicest and kindest people on the planet. I’ve become pretty cool with them since my last visit. The receptionist, Nelly, gave me a huge hug when I walked in the door. I totally needed that as my hands were shaking like little gay leafs.
They immediately called me into the recesses of the office and had me sit in the chair. The hygenist said “My name is Paris, I will be your hygenist today”. I responded with “Hi Paris. My name is terrified. I feel like I could pee all over the floor.” She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder. “Oh Joe, I’ll take very good care of you.”
I sat in the chair for over an hour as Paris scraped and proded all inside my mouth. She used some sort of hyper-intense spray that removed all the stains on my teeth. (Rita…member the stains on the inside of my teeth from smoking? They’re gone!!!) After she was done removing the stains, I said “Are we almost done? I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She responded with “Oh Joe, we just started. I have a lot more to do.” “Nooooooooooooooooooooo! I need more novocaine.” Paris kindly obliged and then scraped so far below my gum line that I thought she was going to accidentally pluck every tooth out of my head. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.
Finally, she was finished. My gums were very swollen, but immediately looked much better. The dentist came in and said “What a remarkable difference. Your teeth are in excellent shape and if you keep flossing and taking care of your gums, you should be back to normal in no time.” Phew.
Paris gave me a hug as I left (everyone hugs the Joe) and I made another appointment with Nelly for a follow up visit; just to make sure everything is healing appropriately. I have a cleaning scheduled for October as well and I finally feel like I’m on track with my teeth. And what a smile I have! I’m sure to get a ton of movie roles now.
It will take a day or so for my gums to fully heal. I mean, you don’t dig that low and expect there to be no reprocussions. But for the most part…it’s all over. I am so proud of myself for being a big boy and getting this taken care of. I even went all by myself! Shit, you should SEE the size of my balls today.
For all of you that prayed and wished me luck…thank you. Why is it that journalers seem to remember big things in my life when no one else in my personal life can?
By tomorrow I hope to have a gleaming, happy smile.
And I owe it all to Paris Hilton and Nelly, the singer.
