Until the other day, I hadn’t been to the dentist in a long time. Like a long long time. Like such a long time I have trouble translating the true length of my dental hiatus into language. When I finally did go the other day, my new dental hygienist asked me how long it had been:
“A long time,” I said.
“How long?” she asked.
“How many years?”
“Oh I don’t remember,” I lied.
“Like five years? Or ten years?”
“Probably between five and ten years,” I lied again.
Like I said, these aren’t words that come easily. . . .