Those who see Bubba up close know he has a crooked smile. When Millie did his portrait, back in the October 18 post, she captured that missing tooth part. Bubba thought he should do something about his crooked smile.
I think I may have had a few too many jelly beans while visiting with Santa. A bad night or two with a toothache in my missing tooth place prompted me to expedite my long delayed trip to the dentist. A cavity to a hollow plastic person is no surprise, but pain is not supposed to be part of the casting process. I called for an appointment and was seen right away.
I arrived at the proper time and place and had my first encounter with a dentist’s office. There were lots of scary things to see. That big needle thing was bad, but how was he going to fit that giant mirror in my mouth.
I already have a hole on the top of my head. What could that drill be used for? That water thing looks like a fire hose from my viewpoint. It did a drip, drip, drip into the top of my head.
Having seen all the scary implements of torture, I settled back into the chair as it reclined and awaited my fate.
It turned out these are about the nicest people I have ever had inflict pain on me. They were kind, gentle, and after a shot of the happy juice, everything was alllriiiight. I didn’t mind the poking, cleaning, and fixing. Dr. Walker even put on a magnifier to see the tiny cavity in my tiny tooth.
After a little cleaning and filling, the problem was fixed and the pain was gone. He did notice the lack of teeth on the lower left side and I scheduled another appointment to get repainted.
I gladly forked over my co-pay (I have Acrylic Cross insurance) and headed out with a new look on life.
I’ll be back.