Dentist

I need to go to the dentist. I've needed to for years. By years, I mean a decade or longer. Probably closer to two. I am that old. I have dental insurance for the first time in my life and I need to use it. I need to go to the dentist. When I say I need to go I mean, at a minimum, I need a cleaning and probably a couple of fillings. At a maximum, a root canal or some other drastic procedure. I think I might even have some kind of gum disese. I need to go to the dentist.

Why am I not going if I have dental insurance that I'm paying my hard-earned money for, you might ask. It's because I am a first class, number one chicken. I am scared. I'm afraid it will hurt. I think this is left over from my time as an orthodontic patient. I've given birth to 3 children, not one of them the way God intended. I've had my body surgically opened and a child pulled out of it, completely against his will I believe, times 3. I was given morphine to help with the pain of this surgery for more than a week. I know how badly a person can hurt. I'm scared that if I go to the dentist, it's going to hurt. I know I'm going to have to have work done. You don't go as long as I have with no dental care and the bad eating (ie, chocolate, Reese Cups, Whatchamacallits, and Reese Cups-I said that twice because it bares repeating, trust me) and drinking habits (ie Pepsi, Pepsi, Pepsi and no milk) that I have and not need some kind of dental procedure. Seriously, fillings will be mild for me.

On the other end of the spectrum, my Big BK went to the dentist today to get a checkup for Head Start. He sat in the chair and let the hygienist clean his teeth, opening wide the entire time. The dentist came in and looked in his mouth and he opened wide with no complaint. He was awesome. I was so proud. He's not a first class number one chicken. If you all know anything at all about my boy, you know that is the truth.