In an attempt to cram as many last appointments to doctors, dentists, chiropractors, cars, etc., before moving, I went to my six month check-up to take advantage of our dental insurance benefits before departing.  I can think of no other "routine appointment" for preventative care than those twice yearly cleanings where what they say we tend to automatically comply with.  It seems that dentists hold more god-like powers than do even medical doctors.  I do not know why.  They probably hate to see me come as I question the necessity of certain things constantly.  I though love leaving the dentist for several reasons, the best of which is the great feel of my teeth polished clean and that I don't have to come back for six more months!

If I live to be 92 years of age I am presently exactly half-way there.  I suppose I am not technically young anymore and yet not quite to old old (maybe delusional on that!).  One would imagine that the teeth-brushing aholic that I am (nearly 4 times a day I brush!), I would have flawless teeth.  Ok, maybe not flawless, but at least cavity free, right?  Surprised and stunned I was when they informed me I had one massive cavity and another small one. 

Since I am not interested in being scammed and bilked to overly pad my dentist's pockets for his lake house or trip to Aruba, I asked to see my xrays 6 months ago compared to what they just took this week.  How do cavities of that magnitude form that quickly? I wanted him to explain how a brushaholic like me can get that many cavities in 6 months. I don't get cavities! 

He willingly puts up the pictures.  BTW, teeth up close on a TV screen are just not very attractive.  Further away is much better:)  I can clearly see, running underneath a tooth colored filling I already have, a large crack.  He shows me several more teeth with cracks in them while stating, "You will eventually need root canals and crowns on 3 or 4 of these teeth."  The cavities are a result of a crack and microscopic bacteria that my brush can't get to.  [More crowns, I sigh inside.  I already have 5 in my mouth from the same scenarios - large cracks.]

I ask the question, but pretty much already know what his answer will be, "So, is this just a result of the aging process in my body?"  I don't like his answer, "Yes, unfortunately you are not in your 20's or 30's any more.  50 is headed is your way."  He smiles.  I shake my head and declare to him that it ticks me off that everything has started breaking down.  I didn't fully know how good being young really was. I took it for granted.

For a split second my one grandmother's teeth flashed before me.  As she aged her teeth got very yellow and almost rotted.  Was this my fate?  I started to hyperventilate!  I was not going to let that happen even if it meant every last tooth in my mouth was crowned or I had to have them all pulled to get all new shiny white false teeth. 

As I worked on my mental tooth aging dilemma, I handed the front desk lady my debit card to pay my $239.00 saving-of-my-aging-teeth bill.  I would no doubt need a trust fund established for all the impending dental work that lay ahead of me to get me the age of 92.

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