There’s an old saying about “needing something like you need a hole in your head.” As of today, I have two fewer tiny holes in my head: I survived my first fillings.
Having gone 40 years without a cavity is a record I’m pretty pleased about. Even if the record had to be broken, 40 years is a good run. And if I had to have a cavity, or two tiny ones, it’s certainly better to have one in the 21st century, where dental science has junked those silver fillings (the ones that also contain mercury) in favor of white composite material that bonds to the tooth and is much harder to notice.
I wouldn’t pretend to never have had a cavity now that I have, but it’s at least nice to know that there’s no metal in my mouth that might tip someone off to them.
I had to undergo a little more comprehensive cleaning than normal, for which my dentist gave me a nerve block that completely numbed half of my mouth. (Yeah, you can insert your own joke here.) Anyway, because of that, I didn’t feel the cleaning or the cavity filling. So I can’t really complain about either one.
The morning after, I’m feeling a lot better than I expected. I’m lucky to have found a great dentist who gets my fears and works with them.