I love my dentist. Often this love/lust/friendship is at the bottom of the list until a problem surfaces, then he pops to the top. And he is always there for me when I need him. Cavity, tooth-ache, cracked crown, tooth extraction, root canal, bridge. I've had 'em all. Some several times.

Lust comes in when the pain is so bad, usually beginning during the middle of the night, my choosing to wait until the office opens, that I yearn for his attention.

My preference is to stay in the chair as long as it takes. I bring my music (in the olden days a boom box and now my iPhone) and sometimes I will be his only patient for the entire day! Much better than going back how many times?

And as much as I love and value my dentist, sometimes I am in awe of how much money I have turned over to him, his office staff, his overhead, his family, his kids, their college funds. Oh well. Well worth it!

P.S. I might add that I brush often, floss, and Waterpik ... but the germies get me anyway!