12 step program?

Hi, my name is SBG and I'm an Internet addict.

No, seriously. The first thing I did when I got home was turn on my computer and check email. The days of me getting a million messages from lists and groups has long since passed. I wasn't expecting an email. But I still had to turn the computer on and connect

I go away now, to do something productive. We'll see how long that lasts.

Sadism at the Dentist's Office

I like my dentist. I've had positive experiences with him, barring the fact that the first time I saw him I hadn't been able to go to the dentist (what with being unemployed for 6 months, then employed for a year with little pay and no insurance) for quite a while. That first visit was unpleasant, and I ended up needing a crown (a result of another po' with no insurance period). Not fun.

After that, though, it's been smooth sailing. I brush at least two times a day, and I floss every night before bed. Every. Bleeping. Night. I use a fluoride wash at least five times a week. I take care of my chompers, since I've no desire to repeat the crown affair anytime soon.

So, when I go to the dentist I don't have miserable experiences anymore. Flossing really does go a long ways to alleviating pain at the dental office, folks.

Enter Ms. Sadist, who managed to make me whimper in pain as she poked and prodded my gums when she was really supposed to be using that sharp implement to clean my teeth. Scrape, scrape, jab, ow! Scrape, jab, ow, scrape, scrape.

I really hope I don't get her next time, or I'll start developing a fear.