I have a confession to make. Its’ been 2 years since I have seen a dentist and had my teeth examined. What makes this even worse is the fact that my husband is in the profession. He is a root canal specialist so it’s not like he can do a bedside cleaning, in fact I’m not entire sure he even knows how to clean teeth. Can I tell you another secret? The man rarely brushes his teeth. Sounds like dirty laundry right? Well it’s not as juicy as its sounds. What he lacks in brushing he makes up in spades with flossing and I found out given the choice my hygienist would hands down have me floss over brushing. Who knew?
Last month I spent thirty one days answering questions (reverb 11) I talked about what I was going to do this year to become healthier on Day 26 and I mentioned in a hushed voiced that I was going to finally get some dental attention. There was also another motivating factor, pain. I was finally beginning to experience a level of discomfort that can only be likened to what it must feel like if you tried to wedge a butter knife in between your front teeth.
Today was the first step. I had my teeth examined, cleaned which included a much welcomed injection of Novocaine right above my front teeth. One half of a deep cleaning done. I go back in two weeks and then we begin the restorative process. I’m in for a lot of chair time. Playing catch up and praying I haven’t caused any permanent bone damage because then I’ll have even bigger problems which could result in some time in my husband’s chair. Having a root canal done by your husband isn’t what I would describe as marriage enhancing. So do yourself a favor avoid root canals (just kidding hubby) and when you can go hug your hygienist!