Dental Visit

Finding a new dentist is a hard thing to do. That’s why I hadn’t been to the dentist since I moved to Alexandria. With changing work schedules, changing addresses, etc, it’s been hard to make that first appointment. I finally picked a dentist based solely on proximity to my crib. Turns out The Washingtonian ranked this guy as one of the best general practice dentists in the DC area. Recently I’ve talked to a couple of my best friends who also had neglected dentist visits for two or three years to find out they had several cavities in need of filling. Ouch! My appointment was yesterday, and I was pretty concerned that I was in for the same fate. So being a new patient I got to see his underling co-dentist. She was nice enough, told me I had no cavities (woot!) and had darn near perfect teeth. That didn’t stop her from poking me with any number of sharp implements and firing off all kinds of mechanical devises inside my uncomfortably agape mouth. Every time I got my tongue free, I was shouting “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”, “Did Rumsfeld authorize this?”, and “Here’s what your PATRIOT ACT will get you!!”
Well, I got a new toothbrush out of the deal, anyway.