Well, the verdict is in. I have to go back and visit the dentist on Monday. It seems that one of my 30+ year old fillings is loose and needs some attention.
Did I mention that I hate dentists?
I suppose I would feel more charitable towards dentists had I not had so many different visits that required painful procedures. I have gotten to the point that when I see a needle in the hand of a dentist, I break out in a cold sweat, get a fierce stomach ache and want nothing more than to run and hide.
For the record, I am not phobic about needles. Normal shots and blood draws and anything that requires a needle not located in my mouth is no big deal. I almost wish I had the means to make it so for every dental procedure I was just put into a twilight sleep. Gas me, put me out, knock me unconscious, just keep those needles and other sharp objects away from my mouth while I am coherent!