Maybe I should just have them all pulled. →[More:]
I need to go to the dentist. I have two badly chipped molars (one on each side) and a tiny notch in my left front tooth that you can't really see, but feels like a jagged fingernail (Jon calls me "Notchy"). I haven't been to the dentist in, gasp, about nine years. Actually, I went last year when I chipped the first molar; the dentist took x-rays and said everything looked fine (amazingly), but I never went back for the repair.
Down the street from our apartment in Queens, there's a very modern-looking storefront dentist's office with a big-screen TV in the waiting area and seemingly lots of customers (always a good sign). Their website even promises sedatives. They'll give you a "pill" to take before you even come in for your appointment to ease any anxiety. (I'm such a whimp, I swear.) It's the novacaine needles; I can't stand those deep-gum needles. I often require a second and even third shot for it to work (*whimpers*).
Maybe I should just do like my birth mother did, lo the many years ago. Rather than have the necessary dental work done, she just had the dentist pull all her teeth and pop in dentures (is that even possible so fast?). Then, she said, in fine Blanche DuBois fashion, she went out dancing (and bled all over the dance floor). But that may be a bit extreme.