Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Ugly Teeth Are A Dealbreaker

One of the first things I notice about a person is their teeth. Size, shape, color, etc. I'm fascinated with teeth. Why didn't you become a dentist, you ask? Well, because bad teeth are disgusting. I'm fine when it comes to good teeth or even just okay teeth, but I'm sure dentists see lots of yucky stuff and I would probably throw up. Or quit. One of the two.

For someone fascinated with teeth, I don't go to the dentist nearly as often as I should. When I went to the dentist last week my dentist "scolded" me for not coming in the last year and a half. A year and a half! I could have sworn it had only been a year. Either way, it wasn't the six months they recommend.

Digression: My dentist is really cool. He's super nice. He's also obsessed with Disney. There is Disney stuff EVERYWHERE in his office and each room has a different theme (Last week I was in the Fantasyland room, but I think there's also Pirates of the Carribean and Haunted Mansion. I realize I sound like a child but hey... Disneyland IS the happiest place on Earth, so I guess it's fitting to have happy images in an unhappy place). He loves Disney so much, he works there on the weekends driving that big steamboat or paddling the canoes. So if you're ever on one of those boats at Disneyland and there's an older Asian man steering, ask him how your teeth look.

Okay, back to the blog-at-hand:
When I was there he took a look at my x-rays and told me the same exact thing he's been telling me for the last 3 or 4 years: Teresa, you're developing a cavity on your lower left side. Keep brushing and flossing and you should be fine. Once he starts cleaning he starts mumbling about not liking how it looks and long story short... I left with an appointment to come back this Thursday for a filling on a tooth that doesn't have a cavity. This is my first cavity! And it's not even a real cavity, so I guess I should be saying: this is my first filling! I'm soooo scared! And the worst part: he wants to do this to THREE of my teeth. I guess that's what I get for waiting a year and a half to go in.

I'll let you know how it goes!