I feel like a graffiti-ridden building thats been reclaimed by the neighbors.
I went to the dentist today. Its been way too long and I knew I was well over-due for a check up and a cleaning. After the check-up and the announcement that my 25 year old fillings are in need of replacement… especially the ones pushing cracks into my teeth…. the dentist said hed clean my teeth.
This was the strangest cleaning Ive ever been subjected to. There was something that sounded like a drill…. it seemed to be doing the heavy-duty scraping. He offered to numb my mouth, but that seemed wimpy, so I declined. Although I did keep finding myself completely tensed up from head to toe… so maybe that numbing would have been a good idea. He never used any kind of that horrible gritty polishing toothpaste Im used to. Nothing minty in the least.
When he finished, I asked him just what hed done. He explained to me that hed used high-pressure sand and water on my teeth to get rid of the stains and tartar. So he sand-blasted my mouth.
It is clean.
Sand? Sand? Talk about drilling down to the nitty-gritty. How ironic that going to the dentist is something I do quarterly for the last 25 years. That means I’ve been 100 times. We obviously don’t approach dental trips the same. You have probably been to the doctor 100 times, however, while I have been maybe a dozen. On the dental front, minty paste swirled with a rubber spinning tool attached to the drill, yes, but never sand. Must be a french thing.