I just got back from the dentist.
Scrape, scrape, scrape… I had a lot of tartar behind my front lower teeth. “A jacket” is how the hygienist described it.
The dentist told me I have four small cavities between my teeth. Four. They’re small, and we’ll just “watch” them for now.
I never had cavities as a kid.
At least, I never had a cavity until I moved to this otherwise-great state that does not fluoridate its water.
And still, I only had one cavity. It was when I was 16. I was mortified.
A cavity? Me? I always brush my teeth twice a day. Always. When I was little, I used to sneak my toothbrush to bed with me in the sleeve of my nightgown, so I could brush my teeth just a little bit longer.
When I went to the dentist six months ago, it had been the first time in about a year.
Again, I had a cavity.
Why had I not gone to the dentist in over a year? I have always gone to the dentist every six months, just like I vote in every election. I’m responsible like that.
Somehow, I didn’t make it to the dentist during all of that.
Last time, not only did I have a cavity, I had (have) receding gums and had to get grafts and implants below the front teeth and entire left side. I’m due to go back for the other side.
I’m dreading it. Having stitches in your gums for three weeks is torture.
I’ve been SUCH A GOOD FLOSSER the past six months.
But apparently it hasn’t been enough.
The dentist recommended a fluoride rinse or some $16 dollar high-fluoride toothpaste.
He said it should help, since we don’t fluoridate our water.