I had a dentist appointment today. It’s been a year since my last exam, and last November there was An Incident. I was eating popcorn and a hull got jammed between two molars. It took a while for me to get it all the way out, and it got a little sore. After that, it seemed like I was always getting good stuck in there. I actually would floss just to help it, and it felt funny.
I thought for certain that when I went in today they were going to say that some serious work had to be done, but as it turns out, I’ll be ok. He said that when inflammation happens around the very back molar, the teeth actually separate a little because there isn’t a ‘buddy’ tooth to hold it up. If I can just try to chew on the other side and keep it clean, it might actually re-align. Here’s to hoping.
In other news, he asked me if I grind my teeth at night. I said ‘no’, but that sometimes I snort so loud I frighten myself awake.
It was quiet in the room for a while.
Then he took a magical camera and showed me two spots on my front teeth that proved I grind my teeth. I felt like I was in the final five minutes of a crime drama – caught in a lie! He said they were worn down to the soft dentin, and while it’s not a concern now, in twenty years it might be a problem. “Keep an eye on it and maybe we’ll fit you for a tooth guard sometime.”
Forget that, Dr. Handsome. I got this. When Lloyd needed a mouth guard years ago, he discovered that if you buy them from the sports section instead of the toothpaste aisle, they are substantially cheaper.
Boil, melt, bite, done.
You’re welcome, Future Lauren.
*sigh* Why does he have to be so handsome?