My Reluctant Brush ... with the Dentist.

Anyone who says the patient communities on the web don't have a positive influence on health outcomes is out of their mind; the only reason I went to the dentist yesterday is because of Chris Angell's guest post.  His admission of being slack when it came to the dental department has been in my head for months, and it was his post that made me finally call my dentist.Because I did NOT want to fall victim to decAY1c ... aka my diabetes eating my teeth beyond recognition.So when December rolled around, and I knew that my new insurance included dental and vision, I set up a bunch of necessary appointments in the new year.  (Which explains why, in the first two weeks of January, I found myself at the eye doctor, dentist, gynecologist, and primary care doc.  Happy new year ... here are all my bits and pieces.  Oh, and my money.)  Going to the OB/GYN is a nerve-wracking experience (mostly because it's just super-awkward), but never something I put off.  And eye dilations take up a chunk of time and render my eyeballs useless for a few hours, but I've always kept up on that, too, in efforts to keep tabs on my slightly-compromised eyes.  But the dentist has always been an appointment I keep meaning to make, and then rarely follow through on. Honestly? Because it hurts.  (wah.)  I have inherited some very sensitive teeth, and their sensitivity has always made me squeamish about letting the dentist poke around with their metal tools.  I...
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