Frog Blog

i toyed with naming this post “fuck going to the dentist!” but decided against it because a) my dentist is quite nice, b) i didn’t want to invite anymore spam than i already get and c) i’m trying to be a little more original in my vocabulary. excessive swearing is nothing short of lazy… but quite effective sometimes.

but anyway. two fillings today turned into four (one for decay = two decayed; one old leaking filling = more decay on the other tooth next to it), and two hours later i was walking home, sweating in the blaring afternoon sun, cursing my seventh grade teacher for giving out whole candy bars to us kids when we did well on homework, tests, pop quizzes or for simply showing up for class. let it be known that before seventh grade, i’d had maybe one or two cavities; afterwards i was blessed with five full-on cavities, plus a dozen or so teeny ones between my teeth that could only get better by flossing… something i didn’t do regularly until about eight years ago. throw in a love of bread, crackers and, well, sugar, and that all equates to a dental dam prying my mouth open for eternity and a super sore jaw.

it’s rather embarrassing, but mostly i’m pissed off— i made a few bad choices when i was 12 years old and am still paying for it now. and who knew that just because you have a filling doesn’t mean it’s going to last forever? on the contrary, mr. dentist told me today; fillings only last between 15-20 years on average.

some things in life i’ve just resigned myself to: bad teeth, dry skin, easily sunburnt skin, partial scoliosis, inflexibility, asthma, 20/400 vision (it might even be worse), narrow feet, allergies. what’s a girl to do? focus on the good things: dental insurance (up to $1500), low blood pressure, a working brain, no major illnesses, a dry wit.