Today I got a filling. I haven't got a filling in years. To prove this, I remember I was reading a Seinfeld book. No, not "Seinlanguage," which I also liked, but some sort of NBC-sanctioned money-making time-waster.
I have always had a deep groove in the side of one of my molars, and of course, this is something my dentist has watched for years, being a primo bacteria breeding ground. There was no official cavity, but a shadow or cavity precursor on the x-ray, so, as I always say, better out than in.
She numbed my gums with cream anesthetic, and then the needle, which, thanks to the anesthetic, I didn't even feel. Then, the dental hygienist tried to install a dental dam, which she insisted on calling "the raincoat." Since my filling was to go in the very back molar, this whole thing began to resemble a Tom Green Show sketch.
Drill, drill. Buzz, buzz. My dentist is a lovely gentle professional, and the dental hygienist was nice, even though I don't think I knew her (she did know my Mum, though, bein' PEI 'n all). They used an ultra-violet light to harden my faux enamel. How cool is that? The whole thing took less than 45 minutes.
Now, 4 hours later, I barely know I've had anything done. Thank goodness it's now 2006 (!) and dentistry is a fairly painless undertaking. And, it only cost about $100. I know I'm unemployed, but that's a steal, right? I'll have one in every colour!