It's not that I hate the dentist...it's just that I've spent a lot of time in dental offices over the years.
My teeth are in pretty good shape, but I found out recently my gums aren't. So I've had to schedule a "deep cleaning." I don't know why, but for some reason they want to schedule two appointments. The hygienist says it's because they have to numb each side of my mouth for the cleaning, and each cleaning will take about an hour and a half.
So if I'm slurring my words over the next couple of weeks, you'll know the novocain, or whatever they use these days, hasn't worn off.
Still, it's not as bad as when I was a kid. I had an accident and lost three of my front teeth. Well, not all of them, but enough that I had to have "caps" (at least that's what we called them back then, I guess they're called "crowns" today). Boy, that wasn't fun. Since I was still growing, they couldn't put permanent ones on, so I had temps. They fell out a couple of times.
Case in point, the picture above. I was on the school rugby team, and it was picture day. Just before it was time for the team photos, my temporary tooth fell out. I had no choice but to go and have my picture taken, so I didn't smile and hope it made me look "tough." It didn't...I just look like I had to go to the bathroom.