Yesterday, while brushing my teeth, a small piece of a filling fell out. It makes you question brushing, doesn’t it?
There was no pain, but I knew it wasn’t good. I called my dentist’s office only to find he was on vacation into the new year. His associate was covering and she could see me today.
I went today for a 12:15 appointment. She was quick and thorough and I was temporarily patched with no pain. I can’t begin to thank her enough for seeing me on such short notice.
Here’s my only problem with going to the dentist (and in this case it was the assistant, not the dentist who was the bearer of the problem). I don’t want to be made to feel guilty by what I did (or didn’t do) when I was young and foolish.
I want to make sure my teeth survive, but I don’t want to shy away from the dentist because I’m worried about what I’ll hear.