I had my first appointment with my new dentist this morning. He has quite the accent and is a little difficult to understand but I'm not too shy about saying, "Excuse me?" or "I beg your pardon?" They wanted to know when I last saw a dentist and I couldn't tell them. It's been so long, I really have no idea. I asked DH and he thinks it's been about five years. I'm good with that (although I feel it's been more like seven). Time stands still at the dentist's. I was there for almost two hours for x-rays and cleaning. I wasn't being worked on for that long. A lot of the time I sat waiting; in the waiting room, in the dental chair, at the reception desk. I'm glad I took my knitting. I'm also glad it's over and the only work I need to have done is a 30+ year old filling replaced. I have already made the appointment for that. The hygienist told me my teeth are in great shape and to just keep doing whatever I'm doing.