"No cavities", said my dentist.
Yesterday marked a significant milestone in my life. I have never heard these 2 strikingly negative words sound so wonderful together. As long as I can remember, I would come out with at least one cavity per visit. In my younger years, and this is kind of embarrassing to admit, it was an average of 5. That's right, folks. I robbed my parents blind at the mere age of 7.
My heart was pounding as I sat in that comfortable sleeper chair, blinded by that overheard light. Sure, people have heard this type of news all the time but, to me, it meant much more. I'm not gonna lie. As soon as I busted out of his office, I skipped to my car, smiling like a lunatic with fluoride still stuck to my gums.
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