Oral surgery and an unexpected realization

Yesterday I went to the dentist for some “light” oral surgery. For some reason I was under the impression that after having a tooth pulled I’d just go back to work and continue on like nothing happened. That unfortunately was not the case. The entire right side of my mouth was numb and bleeding and the left side was drooling.

I went to this new dentist on referral from a co-worker and knew I’d finally found a great one when I went in last Friday and he gave me a box of chocolates and a rose for Valentines Day (a dentist gave out chocolates, can you say job security?). I went back to work and tried to make out that I had a lover or in the very least a secret admirer but I’m a pretty bad liar and eventually I ended up admitting to everyone that my only Valentine related gift was indeed from my dentist.

After the surgery he wanted to inform me of something very important, so he began explaining to me that since I am on birth control the antibiotics he was prescribing would make by birth control pills less effective and for the next two weeks I should use back up protection. Back up protection? This conversation got me thinking back, WAY back to when I’d actually had sex last and suddenly I realized it was way longer than I wanted to admit, to you dear readers, to the dentist and even to myself! OMG maybe March needs to be the month that I focus on resolving that little issue instead of painting my apartment?