Beautiful, just beautiful

I went to the dentist yesterday to get what my boss calls the hair scraped off my teeth. I must admit that I have always liked going to the dentist. No I am not masochist, I don't think. Maybe it is my CDO kicking in and the idea of having germs SCRAPED out of my mouth, I just love it. My tongue loves the way my teeth feel after the dentist is all done and yes, I am a little proud of the fact that I do not have that many cavities. Only 5, now. But he assures me that it is not because I am not taking care of my teeth. Only that my teeth are aging. That only made me feel good that it is not all the gummy bears that I eat that are causing my cavities, granted I did not tell him about those so keep your pie holes closed!!! But as I laid there in that chair, feeling not only the age of my body but also the age of my teeth, I could not help letting my mind wander. Yes I know, you probably should not let something so little wander off on it's own. It could get hurt, lost or run over by massive thoughts. Anyway, I began to listen to the gentleman cleaning my teeth and he started making me feel better because of all the compliments he was giving me. "Boy these are beautiful teeth, so straight and nice spacing. You have done a great job keeping them clean!" These are not new compliments to me. I have heard them from every dentist I have ever been to. So I knew how to respond to them, "I will tell my mother you said so."

I will admit right now on this very blog that I have ALWAYS been vain about my teeth. Showing them off to as many people as possible. And as the years have gone by and other things that have gotten me attention has started to ....... go south, I have pushed the beauty of my teeth. Using the white strips every 6 months (Wendy, MY dentist says it is OK and has not hurt my gums at all. I just have to remember to take my gum out of my mouth before I whiten. snicker, snicker.) making sure that my teeth stand out.

But as the dentist himself came in to check my teeth and these two gentleman began to talk to each other, one was pointing out to the other how amazing my teeth are. "Beautiful teeth, very clean and plenty of room, nice spacing and so straight." The dentist even asked me if I had ever had braces and then asked if I was lying to him!! As he was poking around, again my mind began to wander and thoughts began to develop (like film). Do they realize I can hear them? Do they except me to respond? Are they new to this dentisting stuff? Then the final thought that made me have to refocus myself, "I am sure glad I don't get these kinds of comments at the gynecologist." WAIT!! WHAT?!!! Did they give me laughing gas?

I was almost glad I started listening to the dentist again until I heard what he was saying. I have two more cavities (that would make the number I was telling you about in the beginning of this little story) and one is in one of my wisdom teeth. I only have two that was not removed when I was in High School. Making me a half wit. (Thank you Dad!) But as the dentist begins to tell me that I probably am wishing I had had them all removed then and on my parents bill because now I am going to have to pay to have it filled, a new thought went through. If I am a half wit with two wisdom teeth, what does it make me that one of those has a cavity in it?