accomplishedYesterday, I went to the dentist for a teeth cleaning. I don't like going to the dentist, period, but to be honest, ever since I was diagnosed with diabetes, I fear these medical check-ups and the like more and more. Mainly it's the stress that gets to me, and as anyone with diabetes knows, stress is really bad for you. Of course, it's bad for you whether you have diabetes or not.
That being said, I realised yesterday that when it comes right down to it, I hate going to the dentist more than i hate hospitals, more than I hate having a surgery of some kind on my body (I've had my tonsils removed, and have had surgery on my toes for bone spurs and the like). It's the sound of the drill being used on someone already on the dental couch, even as I'm sitting in the waiting room, even with the elevator music or soft rock radio station sounds on the speakers, that gets to me. And I'm not alone in this, I don't think.
The best part is I didn't have any cavities or real problems with my teeth at my appointment back in January. The worst part is I have to go back next week for the second part of the cleaning. The good part is I really like how my mouth feels after having my teeth cleaned this way. Even if my jaw hurts for a whole day afterward. Ah, well, such is the price for cleaned, polished teeth. :)