Argh!
I have an absolutely fantastic dentist, but whew, do I hate going there. The drills, the cold air on sensitive teeth, the gross taste of the benzocaine or novacane, or whatever the heck it is, and worst... the knowledge that I have certainly not been taking the great care of my teeth all my life as I had somehow made up in my mind.
A few months ago, I was eating, of all things, an ultra-soft danish pastry. A piece of one of my back teeth fell off. I put it off for as long as I could, but I ended up going to the dentist to get it checked out. Of course, it wasn't just that one tooth that had issues, but many of them. Yes, I found out that I need fillings for like five of my teeth. What the heck did I do to them?
Well, according to her, I probably did a ton of damage when I went through my energy drink phase. She said they are the absolute worst thing for your teeth (well, aside from straight acid, perhaps). It doesn't matter if you brush your teeth right afterwards (which would be ultra-gross)... because the damage just happens almost instantly. Well, that there is a great reason to not drink them.
For my most problematic tooth, I had a temporary filling put in last month, and this morning, I had it removed to be replaced, since some decay remained. I tell you. The first time I had it filled, it was no problem. Part of that tooth is REALLY sensitive, but I was man enough to get through it fine. This time though, whew. Though half of my face was numb, my tooth was still sensitive, to oh I dunno, the freaking drill, and the super-cold air that they blow to test sensitivity (or clean the area).
It's been like 10 hours since I left the dentists office, and I still can't get the damn sound of the drill out of my head, or the thought of me cringing when it hit the most sensitive part of the tooth, which happens to be mere millimeters from the root.
Ugh. Take care of your teeth people.
</cues people to whine about their own teeth>
I have an absolutely fantastic dentist, but whew, do I hate going there. The drills, the cold air on sensitive teeth, the gross taste of the benzocaine or novacane, or whatever the heck it is, and worst... the knowledge that I have certainly not been taking the great care of my teeth all my life as I had somehow made up in my mind.
A few months ago, I was eating, of all things, an ultra-soft danish pastry. A piece of one of my back teeth fell off. I put it off for as long as I could, but I ended up going to the dentist to get it checked out. Of course, it wasn't just that one tooth that had issues, but many of them. Yes, I found out that I need fillings for like five of my teeth. What the heck did I do to them?
Well, according to her, I probably did a ton of damage when I went through my energy drink phase. She said they are the absolute worst thing for your teeth (well, aside from straight acid, perhaps). It doesn't matter if you brush your teeth right afterwards (which would be ultra-gross)... because the damage just happens almost instantly. Well, that there is a great reason to not drink them.
For my most problematic tooth, I had a temporary filling put in last month, and this morning, I had it removed to be replaced, since some decay remained. I tell you. The first time I had it filled, it was no problem. Part of that tooth is REALLY sensitive, but I was man enough to get through it fine. This time though, whew. Though half of my face was numb, my tooth was still sensitive, to oh I dunno, the freaking drill, and the super-cold air that they blow to test sensitivity (or clean the area).
It's been like 10 hours since I left the dentists office, and I still can't get the damn sound of the drill out of my head, or the thought of me cringing when it hit the most sensitive part of the tooth, which happens to be mere millimeters from the root.
Ugh. Take care of your teeth people.
</cues people to whine about their own teeth>
