Are you friends with your dentist?
We're on a first-name basis. I am a dental frequent flyer.
I know how many kids each of the hygenists have and what sports the doctor's kids are playing.
They keep up to speed on the happenings chez-moi and I think we could hang out, if it weren't for the stigma associated with "the chair."
Last December I had an old crown removed and a new one put on. At my cleaning in March, they discovered that the new crown was cracked, and would have to be replaced. It's a fairly invasive procedure, and to be honest, anything more invasive than a cleaning gives me anxiety. I was happy to postpone a couple of times due to the invasion of strep, but you can only postpone for so long... last week it was out with the old, and on with the temporary. The new, permanent tooth comes back from the lab in June.
Nothing hard, sticky or chewy, they said.
And I was on my way.
Since that moment I've been chewing gum and eating candy. It's my way. How can I explain that in my mind, those things don't count?
I had a big movie theatre-sized box of red hots hanging around that eventually needed to be consumed, so I took it upon myself to complete the task. Ne'er a thought for my teeth, I sucked on and chewed that gooey stuff and reached in with my finger tips to remove it from my molars as it would get stuck... something you can appreciate if you are a true candy-lover like me. To the dentist's credit, I got through almost the entire box before that temporary crown popped off. I'm embarrassed to admit that I was shocked. I was driving to the store at the time, and I had to reach in my mouth and pull out a tooth. Kind of creepy, actually, since my tooth-losing days are decades in my past. I felt my IQ drop instantly when I felt the gaping hole with my tongue. I was able to pop it back in place, no problem, but as soon as I took a swig of water (to wash the sugar down) it floated out of position again. Dang. I called the dentist and confessed. They put me in for the next morning. Meanwhile, I had to figure out how to hold the tooth in place until I could get re-glued. I opted for fasting. It was either that, or go toothless. The whole go-without-food-thing lasted until I had to fix dinner for my family. I am weak. It was a soft meal, I figured, so I could partake. The first bite went in, and out popped the tooth. I decided I might as well use this moment to my advantage, so I pulled out my tooth right there at the dinner table and held it up for all the kids to see. In a rather commanding tone, I said:
THIS is what's going to happen to YOUR teeth if you don't keep brushing and flossing!!
suffice it to say I think they've been traumatized.