Yes, Darlings, I Survived The Dentist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                   Even after seven months, instead of six, I got through the dental visit with little trouble.  Oh, my upper teeth are problematic to clean, but I think by now I have gotten so use to that pain it hardly bothers me anymore. I used to groan, and now I don't.  And I am given an oral anesthetic.  

                                                    Lisa, my personal teeth cleaner, did her usual fine job, while Dr. Jacob, a fine young man, by the way, was covering for his father, who was on vacation.  His hands are some of the softest that have ever poked my mouth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                       I hate going to the dentist.  Then there is the bill.  But, compared to other dental bills I have dealt with, this one is not bad.  I always have anxiety going, but I always come out feeling like a burden has been lifted from me.

                                                          Until the next six months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                            Keep smiling, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!