I was eating an apple for breakfast today, and after I was halfway through, I noticed that there was a something where I'd just bitten. After looking at it a bit, I decided I had no idea what it was, so I threw it and the apple out. Then I got on the train. And realized one of my bottom front teeth felt a little weird. Honestly, the realization wasn't even fully formed before I went "oh, shit, part of my tooth flaked off!"
Good news and bad news about the whole situation, after my emergency trip to the dentist. The good news is that my tooth did NOT start falling to bits, and that, in fact, I am very lucky (emphasis NOT mine) to have good teeth, because what fell of was a chunk of tarter, and that there was more still on the tooth, and my gums were starting to recede, and I was very lucky that there was hardly any real damage - yet. But lots of icky tarter. And look, here's a diagram of what's going to happen if you don't shape up - now! See? Teeth falling out? You're really very lucky - yes, he went on like this for a while, the dentist. He didn't need to bother, I'd already been freaked out enough, and duly scared.
See, I am hardly conscientious about brushing my teeth. I mean, I do brush, but not as often as I ought to. And until relatively recently, I didn't really brush at all. So by the time I started brushing, I was unable to brush my actual teeth, I was just brushing, apparently, the stuff that was on my teeth.
So now I have to make an appointment and have the teeth cleaned, and he wrote out a prescription for antibiotics and mouthwash (which I'll fill in the morning, it's too late now really) and told me again that I was very lucky.
Maybe I am. But I was also very embarassed at the sorry state of my teeth. And the repeated lecturing.
Good news and bad news about the whole situation, after my emergency trip to the dentist. The good news is that my tooth did NOT start falling to bits, and that, in fact, I am very lucky (emphasis NOT mine) to have good teeth, because what fell of was a chunk of tarter, and that there was more still on the tooth, and my gums were starting to recede, and I was very lucky that there was hardly any real damage - yet. But lots of icky tarter. And look, here's a diagram of what's going to happen if you don't shape up - now! See? Teeth falling out? You're really very lucky - yes, he went on like this for a while, the dentist. He didn't need to bother, I'd already been freaked out enough, and duly scared.
See, I am hardly conscientious about brushing my teeth. I mean, I do brush, but not as often as I ought to. And until relatively recently, I didn't really brush at all. So by the time I started brushing, I was unable to brush my actual teeth, I was just brushing, apparently, the stuff that was on my teeth.
So now I have to make an appointment and have the teeth cleaned, and he wrote out a prescription for antibiotics and mouthwash (which I'll fill in the morning, it's too late now really) and told me again that I was very lucky.
Maybe I am. But I was also very embarassed at the sorry state of my teeth. And the repeated lecturing.
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Date: 2004-10-05 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 04:37 pm (UTC)Wow.
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-10-05 05:28 pm (UTC)Did you know it can also be the pressure the tooth is under if it's impacted or crowded? So it could have happened anyway.
I'm glad I've been really good about cleaning my teeth since middle childhood.
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Date: 2004-10-05 05:33 pm (UTC)Are my wisdom teeth going to fall to pieces no matter what, and will need to be taken out anyway? o.O;; This is something that I've always been nervous about.
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Date: 2004-10-05 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 05:50 pm (UTC)