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My dentist is an older, very cranky Ukrainian woman who manages to be both abrasive and funny as hell (and drives her staff crazy, but they're weirdly loyal despite that). She is also very fierce about her patients taking responsibility for/having knowledge of their mouths, which means that I not only get to see my digital x-rays, but I have a layman's knowledge of exactly where everything is in my mouth, and how I'm mistreating it.
(or, to quote Dr S, "You have such a good mouth, nicely aligned teeth, straight jaw, it could be perfect if only you took better care of it.")
My flossing skills, let me show you how they suck. I'm 44, you'd think I'd know how to do it better, by now?
Anyway, what we also discovered this visit is that I have chipped a molar. How? Who the hell knows. But it amuses me because it is a left molar, which corresponds almost exactly with the fang Pandora chipped toward the end of last year.
The ex-guy once called her my barometer-cat: look at her to see what's going on with me. Apparently, it's dental, too. 0-0
On the plus side, my teeth seem to be in otherwise good shape, and my gums haven't abandoned ship yet. I call that a win.
(or, to quote Dr S, "You have such a good mouth, nicely aligned teeth, straight jaw, it could be perfect if only you took better care of it.")
My flossing skills, let me show you how they suck. I'm 44, you'd think I'd know how to do it better, by now?
Anyway, what we also discovered this visit is that I have chipped a molar. How? Who the hell knows. But it amuses me because it is a left molar, which corresponds almost exactly with the fang Pandora chipped toward the end of last year.
The ex-guy once called her my barometer-cat: look at her to see what's going on with me. Apparently, it's dental, too. 0-0
On the plus side, my teeth seem to be in otherwise good shape, and my gums haven't abandoned ship yet. I call that a win.
