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Jul. 26th, 2007 09:36 pmSo before we went to Arizona, I went to the dentist for a checkup. Here's the scoop. At the age of 33, I had not been to the dentist in over 15 years. A friend who was a dentist convinced me I should, and I did, and lo...my teeth were in pretty good shape. I had two tiny cavities, one on each of my back top molars. That's it.
Fast forward. I am now 36, and no, I hadn't gone to the dentist since 3 years ago. I know, shame on me, but hey! I brush! I floss! I use Listerine! What have I got to worry about? Well, kiddies, how about nearly 20 cavities? Yup, turns out ye olde shifting hormone levels have affected my uber-calcium supply, and now I need to start being rather more diligent in dental care. Doing the whole mouth at once would have been cost and time prohibitive, so this morning I went to yon dentist and he plunked seven fillings and one sealant into the right side of my mouth, and evidently had to drill a ways down in some of them. This man is my hero though, because it did not hurt a bit, and when I mentioned I could feel the preparation for the bottom teeth? Out came more anesthetic injection! Whee! Anyhow, the right half of my teeth now look brilliant and clean and all perfect, not a single little dark crevice about. The left side will look that way after the first of the year when my dental insurance roles around again.
Most of the day I looked rather lopsided, since obviously half my face was numb, but now...oh now. My face is not numb any longer. Nopenope. I feel as if I have been punched very hard in the right side of my jaw, and I don't even have the satisfaction of knowing someone's fist hurts from the punching. Ah, well. I have tea. Half my teeth are oddly pretty. I even managed to do laundry and take over several small Carribean towns (playing Pirates). Tomorrow I clean house like a madwoman.
Happy Thursday!
Fast forward. I am now 36, and no, I hadn't gone to the dentist since 3 years ago. I know, shame on me, but hey! I brush! I floss! I use Listerine! What have I got to worry about? Well, kiddies, how about nearly 20 cavities? Yup, turns out ye olde shifting hormone levels have affected my uber-calcium supply, and now I need to start being rather more diligent in dental care. Doing the whole mouth at once would have been cost and time prohibitive, so this morning I went to yon dentist and he plunked seven fillings and one sealant into the right side of my mouth, and evidently had to drill a ways down in some of them. This man is my hero though, because it did not hurt a bit, and when I mentioned I could feel the preparation for the bottom teeth? Out came more anesthetic injection! Whee! Anyhow, the right half of my teeth now look brilliant and clean and all perfect, not a single little dark crevice about. The left side will look that way after the first of the year when my dental insurance roles around again.
Most of the day I looked rather lopsided, since obviously half my face was numb, but now...oh now. My face is not numb any longer. Nopenope. I feel as if I have been punched very hard in the right side of my jaw, and I don't even have the satisfaction of knowing someone's fist hurts from the punching. Ah, well. I have tea. Half my teeth are oddly pretty. I even managed to do laundry and take over several small Carribean towns (playing Pirates). Tomorrow I clean house like a madwoman.
Happy Thursday!
