My February 2011 may as well be dubbed ‘Stop-Being-A-Baby-And-Grow-Up-Already-Month’. Because I finally stopped basking in the knowledge that as an adult, no one could force me to go for routine health exams. I took it upon myself to put my health first, even if it meant doctor’s offices and needles. **shudder** I finally went for my routine blood work, and — now that it’s over — I can honestly say it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t faint in the process, even if I did have to fast and therefore craved every morsel of food in the house. ( I Just Want Some Food, Please!).
The results are in from that, and I have been given a clean bill of health. The doctor even wrote a personal note on my results, stating, “Your cholesterol is great! Keep exercising and eating healthy!” I honestly hadn’t been worried about my glucose and cholesterol levels, as I’m in my twenties and eat a — generally speaking — healthy diet. 🙂 But then, there was the matter of going to the dentist…
I hadn’t been to the dentist for seven years. Yes, you read that right. Seven. Ugh, how embarrassing.
See, I went away for college, so I never made it to the dentist for those four years. By the time I got back, my dentist had thrown out all my records (apparently they can do that if you stop going regularly), so I figured that I should probably look elsewhere for a dental cleaning. But then I didn’t have dental insurance for a year. Then I got the job I have now, and I did have the insurance but I just kept putting it off. So, yeah, seven years.
Don’t judge. It could have been ten years, right? 😉
To be honest, I was freaked out at what the results would be. To prepare for my next blog post, I wrote a list of all the torture words I could find. I wasn’t even going to try to find the humor in the situation. When they told me that all my teeth had to be yanked, I was going to write a blog post with all the emotional turmoil I could muster.
It’s not that I’ve had toothaches or have noticed gaping holes in my teeth lately. No holes, actually. It’s just that cavities tend to run in my family. My sister is the queen of oral hygiene, yet she had her share of visits to the dentist last summer to get fillings. And to be honest, I could be better at flossing. So I came up with a random number. Sixteen. Sixteen cavities is what I expected. That way, if I was told that I had fifteen cavities, it would be an improvement. (Yet another look into the strange workings of my mind).
But then something happened. The visit to the dentist was actually pleasant. The girl who cleaned my teeth was my age, so we chatted and laughed through the whole visit. (Well, she chatted. I just focused on keeping my mouth open and not swallowing the instruments stuck in my mouth). And the dentist nearly keeled over in shock after he raved about how good my teeth looked… only to be told that I hadn’t gone to the dentist in seven years.*
By the way, dentists have come a long way in seven years. The last I remember, they had to print out the x-rays and snap them onto a light-board. Not anymore. It’s all digital. Impressive, right?
So, yeah, February was a huge step in the right direction for me. I even made a six month appointment for my next dentist check-up. I hope it results in such a boring blog post as well. Sixteen cavities may have made for more drama. But when it comes to a blog post concerning my teeth, I’ll deal with just writing about the ordinary.
Do you go to the dentist regularly?
*Note: This author does not promote waiting seven years in between dentist visits, just because her visit turned out well.