I was at the dentist yesterday. It seems that the enamel is wearing off of my teeth. It is not due to lack of dental hygiene. That is excellent. Too excellent! Am I brushing my gums and enamel right off? Obsessive compulsive behavior of the teeth? Okay, come on back down to reality, lady.
It is just another sign of aging. Gums receding and that leads to exposure of softer enamel which lead to corrosion and exposure of roots....blah, blah, blah.... Roman (my dentist - whom I've known since he was in dental school with my sister's then boyfriend) said liken it to having a tree cut down with a hatchet. I guess one day I would wake up and my tooth would fall over. Timber!!!! And probably while I was in an important meeting. I would make an important point and my tooth would fly out of my mouth.
I have no idea what it means or how to deal with it. I just followed Roman's orders and made an appointment. He came at me with the needle and I'm like, "Hey, what is THAT for?" He said I might want to numb the area since there was not much in between me and my tooth roots. He could try to be careful and not numb me.... No thanks. I am done being tough. Dumb ass me finally realizes that I DON'T have to deal with the pain to show the world how tough of a woman I am. (What were we ladies thinking back then when we choose no meds for our babys' deliveries????)
So he numbed me on one side of my mouth and then proceeded to chat with me while it was taking affect. Have you ever tried to talk with only half your mouth? For me, Miss Big Mouth, I need my full mouth to get my points across. He gave me tissues to take with after it was all over just in case I drooled.
It only got numbier (is that a word?) as I drove home. I started singing some songs that will be included in a performance next month (www.shecomesundone.com) and caught myself in the mirror singing with half a mouth. I was horrified at the sight of a dragging left side and slurred words. It's a wonder I didn't get pulled over for looking like a drunk driver!
Then later, eating dinner was a drag. I couldn't friggin' chew. Food was falling out of my mouth and my tongue wouldn't work. My son thought I was hilarious as he watched me struggle. I kept thinking of the years of me doing therapy programming at senior and rehab centers, where people struggled daily with strokes and other disabilities. I had become old in that moment. Someday I would need my son to wipe my mouth. That stopped his laughter flat!
I bit the inside of my lip. No pain. I will feel that later I said. So I took a nap. Isn't that what aging folk do? It took all my strength just to chew salmon!
Came to the conclusion today that I will fight this thing they call age. Of course, with grace and dignity. All kidding aside, I respect and admire all those who have gone before me. They look and feel great and have a great attitude. I will too. After I stop complaining and whining.... and napping.