I just got off the phone with my dentist's office. I made an appointment for a cleaning. As is the case with most dippers, I avoided the dentist like he was the Black Death incarnate. And as is the case with most quitters, I am returning to my dentist after keeping that shit off my gum line for a while.
That's not notable. But I was struck by how long it's been since I was at the dentist. The receptionist counted it off for me:
"Two thousand fiiiiiiiiive...six, seven, eight, nine... Yep, four years."
I was OK with that, at first, know that it had been that long. (And that was the last time I "quit.") But then I got to thinking about it after I hung up the phone.
Four years? Seriously? I am living in fucking Vietnam? Is this a third-world village? How could I go four years without seeing a dentist, after visiting every six months for the first 16 years of my life?
Then I got to thinking some more. The span BEFORE this visit was TEN YEARS. 1995 to 2005. I remember the receptionist saying "I think we might want to do some x-rays...It's been a while since you've been here, Michael. You needed your mom to remember appointments, didn't you?"