The Dentist

So I went to the dentist for a routine cleaning and the hygienist who's cleaning my teeth notes that my gums are not looking so hot. So I get the lecture about how it's important to take care of my teeth, yadda, yadda, yadda. Then I had to stifle a laugh when she asked if I've been under any stress lately. Uh, yeah, a little. I don't think making me worry about my teeth is going to reduce my stress, though. Of course as soon as I got to work afterwards I already had a message asking me to look at some new problem and could I give a status report as soon as possible. Sigh.