We Go to the Dentist

“Happiness is your dentist telling you it won’t hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill.” — Johnny Carson

I, like most of you, don’t really like going to the dentist. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation where the expression “A visit to the dentist’s office? Love it! When can we go again?” was declared. I’ve been so not in love with the idea of going that I’ve admittedly avoided the practice for longer than I care to admit.

Today, though, that all changed. Thanks to the kindness and vlog-friendly attitude of the folks at the office of Dr. Ron Sherman in Issaquah, I got to see what my teeth look like under the haze of red wine and coffee stains — and now you do, too!

Plus, Diana was ever supportive and knew how to appeal to my geek nature by pointing out all of the cool gadgets surrounding me in the dentist’s chair. It made it seem like a more laid-back version of my home office. With the exception, of course, of numerous medieval torture devices that also surrounded me. Gulp!

While we were there, Diana also had her choppers investigated. She’d like to get her wisdom teeth out sooner rather than later so that they don’t push her other teeth closer together. Is she brave or crazy? Maybe she’s just wise…