I didn't want to wait another couple of months to get my teeth cleaned at a new dental office so I kept my appointment at *the* dental office I wrote about a few days ago. Right when I checked in I was presented with movie tickets and it was apparent the whole office was out to flatter me and make me feel so special I forget all about looking for a new dentist. I wouldn't want to see my family go either if I owned a dental practice. We are a gold mine. We always keep our appointments, and they can count on at least one of us having a cavity at each visit. Anyway, everyone apologized to me for what happened and then had a compliment for me. It's always nice to be complimented, but did they really think I was stupid enough to think they were all complimenting me because today I was so glorious in my sweats and tennis shoes that they had to tell me how great and accomplished I am? "Angie, we were all talking, and we cannot believe how great you look for having 5 children". PUUUUUUUUUULEASE. And my Nike's are sooo cute!
Last time I was there the doctor noticed a bubble on my soft palate that she thought was just a blocked salavary gland. It's come and gone in the past 6 months, but this time the doctor wants the skin biopsied as it now looks like a raised lesion. So, I'm off to see the oral surgeon as I was told that snipping the skin from the soft palate is tricky. These were the doctors exact words. "I'm sure it's absolutely nothing to worry about. The chances of a young, healthy person having abnormal cells is (at this point I wanted to cover my ears and say LALALALALA because I knew what was coming) rare. I'd say you have less than a 1 percent chance there's cancer". Not the less than one percent, PLEASE! I'm getting superstitious about it. It'd be just my luck to have cancer in my soft palate. I mean, I haven't heard of anyone else having that before!