Visiting the Dentist

It was time once again for our yearly dental exams and we both came out without needing any work done.

I told my hygienist that my goal last year was to floss every night and lose fifty pounds.  Well, one of two isn't bad.

 During the x-ray procedure I gagged on the square piece of film they jam into your mouth and she hurried to pull it out for me.

It was then I made the mistake of sharing one of my secret fears with her.  I ran through my scenario of being abducted, tied and gagged and thrown into the trunk and on my way to what was bound to be a very bad experience.  This was okay until I expressed my main fear in this is that I would gag from having a rag shoved into my mouth.

She looked at me and asked "Seriously?  You're tied up in the back of a crazy persons car and you're worried about being gagged?"  I guess my priorities didn't seem in order for her.  Oh well, they're my fears...not hers.


It was when I was trying to explain the cat walk and ramp with the tunnel to the tent that she began to eye me carefully.  Then I brought up the photos on my blog to show her.  Yup..I'm sure she thinks I'm certifiable now.

Long Live the Queen of Gags