Tuesday, July 16, 2019
At the Dentist
So, knowing I had tough teeth, I spent these many years testing them with neglect, tortuous use, and generally poor stewardship.
In recent months I began a dental restoration project. On a bimonthly schedule, each visit brings me closer to the teeth I used to know but are now but flitting memories. Nothing can be done to bring back that glittering Hollywood smile I had at some brief moment in time back when I was a punk. Dr Sloan assures me though, another solid set of chompers is more than possible.
The punishment I have put my molars and company through the years has been sad. But all of them hung in there and gave me very little trouble but for a crack here or there, a chip after too many bottle openings, manic ice chewing, and some wear due to night time teeth grinding. Add in the spotty dental hygiene and the few and far between Dental visits, and its a wonder they are not all junk.
Another one of the unsung and unnoticed pluses in my life, my great teeth were taken for granted. And while I have few regrets, the mistreatment of my dental buddies is certainly one of them.