Bit of a horror story today I’m afraid…
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath…
The last time I went to see a dentist, he gave my teeth a good scrubbing and then he gave me some very good advice: “Floss every day and come back and see me in 6 months.” That was two years ago, during which time I think I’ve flossed about six times.
Over the past couple of weeks or so one of my back teeth has gotten a little sensitive to hot and cold food… Better do something about it, I thought reluctantly and went off in search of an expensive looking dentist’s (if they are making money, they must be good right?). Well, I’m paying the price of two years of neglect now, aren’t I? The dentist (flash young fellow with dyed hair and lots of high tech gadgetry) took one look in my nosher and found a gold mine.
Why didn’t I follow that fellow’s advice two years ago and go back in six months? Let’s see:
I had no money.
Dental work is expensive.
I had no health insurance.
Dental work without health insurance is even more expensive.
I had no money.
And somewhere in my mind I was repeating a mantra once taught to me (excitedly) long long ago, by one Pier “Peaches” Sazio: “Don’t see dentists! They are all nazis! Don’t see them!”
Well I have health insurance now, but I also have nine cavities (NINE!) and it’s going to cost me a PACKET to put them right.
The big one, the one that was getting a little hurty, will take five visits alone.
Ouch.
So the moral children: if you want happy teeth like the ones below, heed the words of your dentist (not experts in molecular nano-technology:) and for God’s sake floss!
How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me they are beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth…
NINE?! Jesus Christ, Mike…