Once every 3 years...

...is about how often I manage to drag myself to the dentist's office, and my time was up today. I absolutely loathe the dentist due to childhood trauma involving teeth pulled out to make room for permanent ones, and the fact the view from the windows of that dentist was a graveyard. I was surprised that my blood pressure was only 102/67 when they checked. This must be some new policy, as I can't recall anyone checking my blood pressure there before.

As usual, no cavities or gum disease (bless you, Sonicare, for enabling my dental avoidance without consequences), but I need a night guard. I used to have one eons ago in high school that I lost in a move, and apparently I still need it. Blech.