Things I expect my dentist to tell me this afternoon:
- You need to floss more. No doubt. Everybody needs to floss more. I guess there are a handful of folks who floss and floss like there is no tomorrow, but I suspect that such people are usually avoided in social settings because of their overall twitchiness.
- Looks like you’ve got another loose filling. If I was feeling truly vindictive, here is where I would post a link to the first dentist I employed upon moving to Atlanta in 1995. And I would proceed to describe how he came off as a really friendly fellow who was free with the distribution of nitrous for whatever ailed you. Seriously. Need your teeth cleaned? How ’bout a little gas, eh? But the flipside of that generosity was his insistence that tooth sealing was the best damned thing in dentistry today. And also that one was far better off with dental composite (“white”) fillings than the standard issue (“silver”) amalgams. After all, wasn’t insurance paying for it anyway? Well, it turns out that tooth sealing is not as preventative as advertised. And the composite fillings have a tendency to fall down on the job in a way that old school amalgams never do. So my current dentist has had to repeatedly perform do-overs to make up for the efforts of Dr Nice Guy.
The one thing I dread my dentist telling me this afternoon:
- Those wisdom teeth are going to have to come out. No. Come on. I’ve kept them for this long, so why not let me keep them. It’s a minor mark of pride for me. Besides, weren’t all of the childhood dental extractions — of which there were many — a way to avoid the whole “no room for more teeth” dilemma?