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Wednesday, November 24, 2010


       Went to the dentist today.  Well, a periodontist actually.  I hate dentists – always have.  Not their fault.  I just don’t like spending time and money being poked and prodded and then hearing that phrase -  “you need to come back to see us.”   Ugh.   Not my idea of a good time.  And as I get older the scoldings become more vicious.  “Ma’am, you really need to come back to see us.”  Oh well.  C’est la vie.   I have been told, and so I will obey and hopefully life will be kinder to me in the future.  But as for now, it’s two extractions, deep pockets, talk of implants, cha ching, cha ching, cha ching.  But, wait, this is Canada – is it not free?  Ha – my fellow fools – of course NOT.

      So, even if you think you have a nice smile and big pearly whites – it’s what’s beneath  that you need to be concerned about.  And having convinced myself that this little misfortune is ALL the result of genetics, I will bite my upper lip (with what teeth I will have left) and do as I am told by the good periodontist.  Furthermore,  I will hound my children every night to floss, brush and rinse and I will repeat to them the same phrase my grandmother told me and my siblings growing up.  “Children, be true to your teeth or they will be false to you.”