No, not a skydiving accident. Nor a car accident.
It was an "on purpose."
I really love my dentist, and I really love my dental hygienest. Fine, "love" may be a bit, um, strong. But still. I finally have a dentist I'm not biting or hitting or crying in the chair.
I've got such sensitive teeth that I need to go in for a cleaning every 3 months. Not because I don't brush and floss - I do. But because the ol' choppers are so darned sensitive, I can't handle waiting for the normal 6 months - the pain is so great that I need a sedative and lots of novacaine just to get through a silly cleaning.
So....guess what today was? My cleaning.
Sigh.
My chin hurts. It's all pokely-prickly. And not from the novacaine either. From the actual cleaning. Well, how come my chin hurts? I knew you'd ask. Seems the novacaine didn't wear off as fast as I thought it had, and it was itchy. 'Course, it was itchy because the novacaine was wearing off...but I didn't realize that. So of course I scratched it on the 45 minute drive back to the office. And scratched it so hard (and apparently with a scraggly fingernail...) that there are scratch marks all over it. I couldn't feel it unless I was scratching hard, but didn't realize that at the time.
I mean, really. I have to host a 45 person seminar tomorrow, get everything handled and greet the attendees and introduce the seminar leader - all with a scratched up chin.
Everyone will be staring at my chin instead of the presentation. Everyone will assume it was either the cats or a skydiving accident. And good grief but my office mate laughed so hard when she found out. Just sat there and laughed! Bafooey on her. I know she's gonna be at the seminar, and she'll tell everyone what the truth is. (Aughhhhhhhhh! The shame!!!! LOLOL!)
I'm gonna go take my usual post dentist-vicodin and crawl into bed...maybe when I wake up I'll be fine.
Best-
Michele
It was an "on purpose."
I really love my dentist, and I really love my dental hygienest. Fine, "love" may be a bit, um, strong. But still. I finally have a dentist I'm not biting or hitting or crying in the chair.
I've got such sensitive teeth that I need to go in for a cleaning every 3 months. Not because I don't brush and floss - I do. But because the ol' choppers are so darned sensitive, I can't handle waiting for the normal 6 months - the pain is so great that I need a sedative and lots of novacaine just to get through a silly cleaning.
So....guess what today was? My cleaning.
Sigh.
My chin hurts. It's all pokely-prickly. And not from the novacaine either. From the actual cleaning. Well, how come my chin hurts? I knew you'd ask. Seems the novacaine didn't wear off as fast as I thought it had, and it was itchy. 'Course, it was itchy because the novacaine was wearing off...but I didn't realize that. So of course I scratched it on the 45 minute drive back to the office. And scratched it so hard (and apparently with a scraggly fingernail...) that there are scratch marks all over it. I couldn't feel it unless I was scratching hard, but didn't realize that at the time.
I mean, really. I have to host a 45 person seminar tomorrow, get everything handled and greet the attendees and introduce the seminar leader - all with a scratched up chin.
Everyone will be staring at my chin instead of the presentation. Everyone will assume it was either the cats or a skydiving accident. And good grief but my office mate laughed so hard when she found out. Just sat there and laughed! Bafooey on her. I know she's gonna be at the seminar, and she'll tell everyone what the truth is. (Aughhhhhhhhh! The shame!!!! LOLOL!)
I'm gonna go take my usual post dentist-vicodin and crawl into bed...maybe when I wake up I'll be fine.
Best-
Michele