Why does going to the dentist make one (ok, me) lose sense of their oral faculties?
I swear, when my mouth is "open wide" (they must teach them that at dental school because they ALWAYS say it), I seriously forget how to swallow...and then? My tongue feels like a fuzzy brick (wha? makes sense to me) and I'm not quite sure what to do with it as the hygienist is in there poking around. Is it just me, or is it hard to refrain from licking the instruments as they're swirling around one's mouth?
And then of course I got the "You must remember to floss. It's so so important." lecture. Yes, she actually said the word "so" twice. I nodded my head in agreement like a good dental patient, but my inner monologue was shrieking, "Little do you know, lady, that I consider it a good day in the Trenches when I'm actually able to brush my teeth." *ahem*
I confess, my trip to the dentist today was like a frolic on the beach compared to this gal's dental horror.