If it wasn't for the fact that he takes metal to my teeth I might find visiting him quite enjoyable.
The reason I'm going to miss him is because I won't have to see him for another six months now. I have an appointment for three months time to visit a "dental hygeinist" but I was under the impression that was a...well, a dentist. Apparently it seems I was incorrect in my assumption. Not a great deal happened at the dentist if I'm honest but I'm remarkably good at making posts out of very little. Although I was in a different room, and on a different chair (PS Dentist chairs may be the most comfortable thing in the world. I attribute this to the fact that it's where you're likely to endure the most uncomfortable pain in the world) and it was a bit slippery and he said he'd catch me if I fall. Sometimes I wish I was more of a casual flirt in real life. My dentist is by far the nicest man to ask me to open my mouth wider.
I really wish that was a joke.
Well anyway other than that not much happened, as I already said. He scraped my teeth a little more, but it wasn't a big job this time so it didn't hurt too much and I wasn't even offered the needle to the gums. He also gave me this tiny little brush that's for between my teeth. This man takes his oral hygeine very seriously, and he's lucky he's cute because frankly I don't like the idea of jabbing something between my teeth but dammit I don't want to disappoint him.
Also it turns out I DO have tonsils. I wasn't sure if I did or didn't, and he said he would tell me the first time I was there, and we just kept forgetting about it.
So, in summary, I'm incredibly gay, my dentist is camp and awesome, and I have clean teeth. He even polished them for me, which was basically him cleaning them for me with an electric toothbrush. It felt very weird.
|A visual representation of my teeth. Also I shall miss the excuse to post pictures of Colgate, the cutest Dentist in all the lands.|