Shake your tailfeather

Yeah, so Casey and I went to the dentist today. It's a regular thing, every 6 months- rain or shine! Ha. We really like going to the dentist, we LOVE our dentist. Even though the scraping on my teeth gets to me, I love the feeling afterwards. Casey and I go in for our 3:30 appt. today and this cutie comes from around the corner. I have never seen this girl. Where is my regular hygienist that knows everyone I know and has all the good gossip? Apparently not there today. So I go back to the room and put my little bib on and proceed to let her clean my teeth. It was anything but a cleanin'. She starts scraping and hacking at my gums. This shit HURT! I have never had my gums hurt me like this. I wasn't sure I was gonna have any left. So her hand slips scraping the crap out of my tooth and that sharp thing stabs me in the back of the mouth. Hard. It started bleeding pretty bad. She couldn't apologize enough, but kept on going. Then she started using the flat mirror thing to move my tongue around while she scraped some more. Her gloves were wet with slobber because she would never let me spit and she dropped the mirror into the back of my throat. Barf, or at least I wanted to. It was that feeling when you stick your finger down your throat. I had to sit up and gag. As if that wasn't enough, she went on to polish my teeth. Half way through it she dropped a glob of the polishing cream INTO my freakin' eye. That burned like you have never known, nothing like a drop of gritty cream that is mint flavored to make you have sudden flashes of wearing an eye patch for the rest of your life. I kept irrigating my eye with that little cup they let you swish from until I could open my eye. I still feel like I have minty fumes coming from my eye. After that it was my first time to finish my cleaning with ME wearing the goggles. Who knew a trip to the dentist would be so harmful to your health.