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December 04, 2006
Dental work
I squeezed my mommy's hand hard last time I got a filling. I might have been eight or nine years old. For two decades, I was sure it was in a baby tooth. I've been telling everyone that my teeth were perfect, I had no cavities, at least not anymore. My baby teeth were riddled with holes and metal, but they all fell out when the mighty un-flawed grown-up teeth asserted themselves.
Apparently I've been wrong.
At the dentist last week, I learned that a molar's tooth-colored filling was starting to fall apart. It would need to be replaced. So I went in early this morning for a shot of Novocaine and a little dental work. In and out in 45 minutes, swollen tongue another two hours, it wasn't so bad even though I really wanted to squeeze somebody's hand.
Worse than the filling: a long-held belief is dead. My teeth are flawed, just like everybody else's. I'm not so special after all.
Posted by Courtney_Sherwood at December 4, 2006 05:39 PM
Comments
Aww...you're still special.... :P
- Justina.
Posted by: Anonymous at December 8, 2006 02:29 PM