Went to dentist.
It had been 3 years since I’d gone. Oh, the shame. A “cleaning”
is not as innocent as it sounds. They prod the gums with sharp metal
hooks. I was cringing and squirming through the whole thing.
They poke and yank on the teeth with these same hooks in places you know
are very fragile but it’s like they want stuff to come apart! Anyway,
I get to go in for a filling next week. Yay. After staring
at those pictures of periodontal problems in the dentist’s chair, I’ll
have to remember to floss.