So this morning I went to the dentist. Again.
See I have been to the dentist's office 10 times this year, and once to the endodontist. I have one more appointment still for this calendar year. Unless, as the dentist warned me today as I was having a crown prep (for the fifth time this year), "I don't think you need a root canal on that tooth, but if you start to feel pain or extreme sensitivity to temperature, let us know."
I mean they know me. The receptionist tells me hello by name. The assistant and I chat up her love life. They all know and remember Tyler (who has only been to the dentist's twice, and once to sit while I got a temporary crown recemented in).
The thing that really gets me is to stop and think of all the money I have given them over the course of the last year. If I wasn't paying dental bills, we could get the built-in entertainment set we want. Or new living room furniture. Or the PB bedroom set I like. Or hire a decorator to come in and paint, curtain, and accessorize our house. (Can you tell I want to do some home decorating?)
Oh well. So I don't get the living room I want. At least I have teeth that don't hurt.