The Subtle Reminder


Use that dental plan. Soon.

For some reason, I can count the number of dentist visits in my life with one hand. I'm don't fear my teeth getting worked on. I actually like going to dentist. Thing is, I wasn't raised in a family that took regular check-ups and dentist visits. My first visit ever was in Kindergarden when a cavity got really painful and kept me awake most of the night before picture day. I went back in second grade because the filling from the first cavity got loose. Sophomore year in high school, I reminded my parents that it had been six years. They eventually got me an appointment with a family friend. I was told that a few cavities were just staring but it wasn't bad for a six year break. It took two visits to get those cavities filled. That makes five visits total.

The canyon pictured above has ached off and on over the past nine years. It's starting to ache a little more these days. I should probably do something about this.

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