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Just got back from the dentist.
It seems that I am definetely my mother's child. She gave me my complexion, my eyes, my hair, and also, gum disease.
*glares*
At first, he asked me if I was a Crystal Meth user, to which I gawked and proclaimed my drug-freedom. Doc told me he's never seen it so advanced in someone my age. Luckily, we've caught it soon enough that I won't lose any teeth. He said if I'd waited another month or two, I could have lost all of them, along with the bones. Also, I don't have to have surgery. I have to go in for two deep-cleaning sessions next week. One on Monday (at 8:00 in the morning!) and one on Friday before I head out of town. And then I'll have to go in a month later and get some cavaties taken care of. The funniest thing? I'm a freak about my teeth - I brush, floss, and gargle three times a day. My smile's about the only thing I *like* about my body. But, he said that just doing that won't help - I'll have to go in every three or four months to get them cleaned. Which means I need much better insurance, or to make much more money.
More bad (although it's techinically good) news: I have to quit smoking. That accelerates the rate of build-up under the teeth. Funny - when I last saw a physician, he told me I had to quit smoking too, but I waved it off. Now that we're talking about my *teeth*, I'm like "I'll get right on that". So now I'm on a concious effort to quit. *eep* Tonight when I get off work, I'm going through my cabinets and getting rid of any junk food/fatty food/soda/high-carb crap that will make me gain weight. So, I'm starting a diet, and quitting smoking. May god help all the innocent people I'll wind up killing because of this.
The good good news, though. I found an incredibly good dentist who is nice. My old dentist, though she's a nice woman and good at her job, I gave her the nickname of Nazi Laub. AND the dentist (and the technician!) is...shall we say...I'll be in my bunk? And of course, gay, the both of them. *sweet*. Not that I would make a move on my dentist, because, wierd. But, I think it's kinda neat.
Okay, enough health drama. I need to get ready for work. And then I'll come home and write, because I (stupidly!) volunteered to write for the Excessant Yule Project. *hangs head in shame*
It seems that I am definetely my mother's child. She gave me my complexion, my eyes, my hair, and also, gum disease.
*glares*
At first, he asked me if I was a Crystal Meth user, to which I gawked and proclaimed my drug-freedom. Doc told me he's never seen it so advanced in someone my age. Luckily, we've caught it soon enough that I won't lose any teeth. He said if I'd waited another month or two, I could have lost all of them, along with the bones. Also, I don't have to have surgery. I have to go in for two deep-cleaning sessions next week. One on Monday (at 8:00 in the morning!) and one on Friday before I head out of town. And then I'll have to go in a month later and get some cavaties taken care of. The funniest thing? I'm a freak about my teeth - I brush, floss, and gargle three times a day. My smile's about the only thing I *like* about my body. But, he said that just doing that won't help - I'll have to go in every three or four months to get them cleaned. Which means I need much better insurance, or to make much more money.
More bad (although it's techinically good) news: I have to quit smoking. That accelerates the rate of build-up under the teeth. Funny - when I last saw a physician, he told me I had to quit smoking too, but I waved it off. Now that we're talking about my *teeth*, I'm like "I'll get right on that". So now I'm on a concious effort to quit. *eep* Tonight when I get off work, I'm going through my cabinets and getting rid of any junk food/fatty food/soda/high-carb crap that will make me gain weight. So, I'm starting a diet, and quitting smoking. May god help all the innocent people I'll wind up killing because of this.
The good good news, though. I found an incredibly good dentist who is nice. My old dentist, though she's a nice woman and good at her job, I gave her the nickname of Nazi Laub. AND the dentist (and the technician!) is...shall we say...I'll be in my bunk? And of course, gay, the both of them. *sweet*. Not that I would make a move on my dentist, because, wierd. But, I think it's kinda neat.
Okay, enough health drama. I need to get ready for work. And then I'll come home and write, because I (stupidly!) volunteered to write for the Excessant Yule Project. *hangs head in shame*
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Oh, and on teeth, I've got my dad's weak enamal, sensitive gums, probably the only reason I haven't had bad gum diseases is the twice a year cleanings keeping watch over me. I end up with yet another filling every six months, except last time -- evidently getting a crown earlier in the year used up the bad tooth karma all at once.
Goodest of luck with the cleanings, the dental regime, the stopping smoking, and all that!