Remember when I turned 30 and I proclaimed that I felt great? That I was delighted and happy to be older but that might go away? Well this week it’s gone away. Maybe not permanently but I’m not a fan this week, thanks to the dentist. I walked into my appointment yesterday knowing that I drink too much coffee and my teeth are stained, that I should probably brush twice a day (but at least I floss!), and that going a year between cleanings isn’t the most responsible approach. I walked out with an appointment two days later to be fitted for a crown. A crown! Isn’t 30 a little young for a fake tooth? I’ve really done so much damage in 30 years that I have a tooth with no structure worth saving? I’m probably over-reacting but it took me by surprise. A very unhappy surprise. I just don’t feel like I’m old enough for a crown. Even though this probably has less to do with my age and more to do with my apparent inability to correctly care for my teeth. Turns out I also am a night grinder (how did that go undiagnosed for 30 years?) and need a night guard. Great. Why can’t the dentist be more fun?
So learn your lesson from me. Brush your teeth twice a day, floss, and go to the dentist twice a year. Don’t let a crown at 30 happen to you.
To end on a positive (and ironic) note, the whole experience reminded me of my very, very favorite Sesame Street song, Kids Just Love to Brush. My very, very favorite doll, Carol Linda, and I would whip our heads from side to side and sing “my teeth, my teeth” all throughout the house. I’m not sure we remembered any of the other words. Oh, Carol Linda, we had such good times.
Thanks for listening to my teeth rant.