If you ever find yourself standing in front of your bathroom mirror with your mouth wide open and an exact blade in hand checking your teeth for cavities, it’s either time to make an appointment with your dentist or time to invest some cash in the proper tools to accompany your degree in home dentistry.
Just a thought.
I honestly haven’t had a cavity in so many year that i totally forget what it feels like, and so whenever i have the mildest toothache or sensitivity to cold or hot food i’m immediately in front of the mirror poking around in my mouth with something sharp. For the record, exacto blades are much too unweildly and i’d much prefer to use a compass, but i seem to have misplaced mine. Between this and my stubborn refusal to get my hair cut professionally more than three times a year, i come off as some sort of whacky anti-personal-maintenance version of a Christian Scientist. But, honestly, i could get my hair trimmed twice a month and it’d still be in my eyes all the time! What’s a boy to do…
[…] I had forgotten the smell that you smell when a piece of your tooth starts getting grinded down into obscurity, and the gentle numb pressure as you click your hollow teeth against one another, and how the drill sings flight of the bumblebee to you if you close your eyes, and how when you open them that light overexposed everything entirely. I haven’t had a cavity filled for nearly a decade, and that dusty gritty smell sent me back to third grade when everything was disconnected and my dentist was a cabin in the middle of the woods when compared the vast city when compared to my unassuming house on 64th street. Really it was just out in the suburbs and it had a small driveway and back then dense shrubbery constituted a forest of redwoods. My tongue is the most active part of my body and it always swirls and peeks around my mouth when i have something done to it. It swiped a tiny spy at the filling as my dentist turned away, and now i’m afraid i created some tiny pocket of insecurity and that everything will be able to infiltrate up to my brain if it can make it past my lips (which makes kissing scenes all the more dangerous). But, anyhow, i woke up at 6:30 and i’m playing the dreaded acoustic night with the same amount of cheery unpreparedness with with i approached it last time. Off i go. […]