Color Me Sad!!!

Monday I go to the dentist office for my bi-annual cleaning. Going into the dentist office is an extremely horrific experience for me, even for a cleaning. I feel it goes back to my younger years when the family dentist did not believe in preventive dentistry or perhaps didn't know about it?

I recall in 8th grade when a class mate is late for school. She has been to have her teeth cleaned. WHAT??? People actually get their teeth cleaned? The next time I have to go to the dentist. I ask him about this unheard of practice. His reply....you are fine, your teeth do not need cleaning. *rolling eyes* Yep, I go to the dentist only to get a filling or have a tooth pulled until I am an adult. By now much drilling and filling has taken place, along with one or two permanent teeth being extracted. In those days, they have this drill that sounds like...well I don't even know what it sounds like but it is awful and I still shiver when I think about it. Now I can't stand the sound of any type drill, no matter what its purpose.

Anyway, I take my new squish ball with me for this horrific occasion. I normally wring my hands as the hygienist does her thing and while the dentist does his probing during the exam. I think what a wonderful time to have my fun new toy. Of course, the squish ball gets lots of attention from the staff. I make it through the cleaning with the hygienist telling me several times how well I am doing with my hygiene (glad she noticed).

Monday night as I sit watching TV, I start playing with my squish ball, again. Ut oh, I feel something wet....what?? What is that stuff oozing out of my ball? It is a clear gel like substance and it is burning my finger. It makes me think of the blob. (I do my best not to watch scary movies but it seems once I caught a few minutes of the blob). Anyway, I start thinking, as I lay my oozing squish ball on a napkin on the kitchen counter, what if it keeps growing and comes after me.......... It seems it isn't going to pursue me so I relax about that. *whew*

I am so sad for a few minutes. I decide not to mourn my loss. No, instead I am going to remember the fun I had with it!!!

ps. I will not be purchasing a replacement. That gel could be dangerous. Ya, just nevah know.