This post started out about my new t-shirt (see below) ...
I hate going to the dentist -- hate it, hate it, HATE IT!
I didn't always feel this way.
When I was younger, my parents took me to a dentist who specialized in pediatric dentistry. I actually looked forward to seeing my dentist every six months. Although, the little rewards that I got at his office probably enticed me -- and helped my parents avoid having to drag me, kicking and screaming, to the dentist.
At my dentist's office, the kids could pick a "reward" at the end of each exam from this huge, green plastic frog head toy box for being such a good patient. I remember sitting in the waiting room, looking through an issue of
Highlights, and eyeing the toy box in the corner of the room before each exam. I couldn't wait to open the lid to all the wonderful toys inside and choose my reward.
After every visit, I'd walk out with a new toothbrush, a little floss dispenser, a sticker on my shirt, the taste of strawberry fluoride in my mouth, the crunch of the polishing material in my teeth, and a little trinket -- often a shiny plastic ring -- from the frog toy box.
For years I went to the same dentist -- even for the braces I got in seventh grade. But I grew up, went off to college and didn't have dental insurance for many years. When I got my first "real" job with medical and dental benefits, I decided I better go the dentist since I hadn't been to one in years and made an appointment with an office near my home.
That cleaning was the most painful, torturous visit! Granted, I hadn't been to the dentist in years, but I take good care of my teeth -- I even floss nightly -- and never, ever had a cavity before. I found out at a follow-up appointment that the sadistic hygienist who ripped apart my mouth was a temp filling in that day. Lucky me. After that series of visits, it was years before my next dentist appointment.
Since I moved to San Francisco and again got a job with dental benefits, the adult voice inside my head told me to go for regular cleanings and get my money's worth.
I found a dentist (a nice, youngish Asian one) near my work. He has a new, high-tech office -- we're talking digital x-rays, digital camera system, flat-screen monitors by the patient chairs (so you can see the hole in your tooth that he's telling you to get filled), and computers with electronic dental records in every exam room.
After a two-hour initial exam last fall, in which the dentist explained all the issues concerning my teeth, gums and oral health, and showed me digital images to back up what he was saying, and a not-too-bad cleaning by the hygienist, I decided to return in six months for another cleaning, especially after being assured that the next visit would only take an hour.
So yesterday I took off early from work for my spring six-month cleaning, feeling relatively relaxed and at ease with the idea of going to the dentist. Unfortunately, this visit wasn't as pain-free as the last. Since I was the last patient of the day, perhaps the hygienist was impatient to leave and wasn't as careful. Whatever the case, I was glad to get the hell out of the dental chair.
Despite the scraping, jabbing and poking 'til my gums bled, I have to say that dentistry has come a long way, especially in terms of easing patient discomfort: using a topical anesthetic to numb your gums (I applaud whoever decided that it should be used during dental cleanings), sonic tools to help kill all the nasty bacteria, foaming fluoride treatments (no more gooey glop in mouthguard-like styrofoam trays) and background music (to help block out the horrible scraping sounds in your mouth). I actually turned down the opportunity to watch music videos on the flat-screen monitor.
After my somewhat painful visit to the "dentist" (the nice Asian dentist didn't even examine my teeth -- guess it really was just a cleaning), I walked out with a new
Colgate Active Angle toothbrush (for nonsonic toothbrushes, these are the best, plus they come in blue and yellow!), a minifloss dispenser (perfect for my purse), strawberry-flavored fluoride on my teeth, and crunchy polish in between them.
But as I walked down the street and even though I am now thirtysomething, I decided I deserved a well-earned reward for my pain and suffering.
With no big green frog toy box from which to choose my reward, I headed downtown and went shopping. I bought myself this
Jim Benton/Blackjack Inc. t-shirt at a local discount store:

Mine's black with a white and pink bunny -- love it! (It's what I'd like to say to my babbling, whiny co-worker.)
A Web site was included on the shirt tag so I checked it out to see what other t-shirts were available. I found this one, which is on my list to get next:

(KADs know that this sentiment perfectly expresses how we feel about certain people.)
There are other great design lines, and here are links to some of my favorite shirts from each:
It's Happy Bunny,
Dog of Glee,
Sweetypuss (and this
one, too),
Just Jimmy (I saw this one on a shirt yesterday),
Just Plain Mean and
So Totally True.