So I went to the dentist today for the first time in... probably at least three years. Because you know what I wanted to have to worry about: my teeth.

Actually, there was nothing that unpleasant about the visit: my senior year malt routine notwithstanding, I had no cavities. Do you ever stop being proud of that?

And X-rays are processed digitally now! What a time to be alive!

The bad news is that, apparently, my years of neglect were not without consequence. If the dentists had their way, we'd all be flossing constantly. (Or brushing our teeth for ridiculous amounts of time, like a certain German I know.)

There will be some follow-up appointments, and the dentist suspects that my last two wisdom teeth are plotting something wicked. So there's yet another appointment, with an oral surgeon. Definitely not the Brainerd one who, once upon a time, did horrible things to my mouth and made me miss a week of school...

And gee, next month I have a doctor's appointment! I like having good insurance, but being able to voluntarily inflict this sort of thing on myself is bittersweet.