The Anti-Dentite Reformed

I know, my apologies, I raved and ranted about the dentist all day yesterday, and then... nothin. Shame on me, shame on me.

So, how was it you ask? It was... alarmingly fine. I had a cavity. A bad one, by the dentist's account, so I got a filling. He didn't tell me when he gave me the shot of novocaine, he just shoved the needle in my mouth, so I had no idea and therefore didn't freak out and felt essentially nothing. The needle was what I was most worried about.

After that, I felt pretty much nothing he was doing, except for once or twice when he struck the nerve and my leg shot up straight, though it was more the beginning of pain then actual pain... I don't know how else to describe it. And everyone reading this has been to the dentist before and knows fully what I mean anyway.

There was the very weird sensation of having a man's fist in my mouth. That was odd. And the smell of burning teeth, also odd. But I was pretty much completely calm the entire time, and did my slobbering silently.

So it was... fine. Completely untraumatic. I have another cavity developing on the other side, he says, so I have to go back for that next week, but other than that the dentist expressed admiration at how nice a set o' choppers I've got and understood why I'd never run to the dentist before. Huh.

I'd like to say that I've made another step towards being a Big Boy now (next comes the potty training!) but really, three-year olds go to the dentist, so this? Not really the most impressive feat ever accomplished. But I'm proud!