My Only Record...Broken

It was in the fall of my fifteenth year. I entered into a familiar building, all white-tan paint and green couch. Starring at me are 4 model-pretty women with bright, white smiles. Oh, that's a lovely way to advertise for teeth whitening, even if it only has one of those "take care of your smile" writings on it. Clever.

Yes, perhaps you already now where I was today. I was at my dentist, ready for one of those twice yearly check-ups.

I didn't have long to wait before a nurse came and interrupted me from my reading of Night (a sad Holocaust story). The nurse and I left for my own little appointment room. As I went about trying to figure out how to get in those weirdly shaped chairs without looking entirely awkward, she went and grabbed the 10-pound bib needed for x-rays. The nurse took one on each side to see how those wisdom teeth were coming along (since I'm still doing a few too many stupid things they have yet to pop through) but she did say the bottom wisdom teeth were getting up there while the top still remained high up. After all this, it went as any cleaning appointment should. She cleaned, and we conversed about homecoming/prom dresses, the weather (how it affects normal wear) and the fact that even though it was raining outside, supposedly dry inside, that my face was becoming surprisingly wet. Not only was it amazing that I talked to someone of my own free will, not even letting one suspect I'm actually an aggressive hermit, my nurse did the seemingly impossible and timed our conversation bit between cleaning stages. She must have realized that it is really impossible to talk with a pick of sharp metal going about in your mouth.
In fact, it was going quite well. I had almost forgotten that last visit my dear old dentist had told me there was an area to watch for cavity development.

That had sent me into a frenzy after my visit. My record, of being the only in my family to not have a cavity, it was in danger! So came into being three time daily brushing, but sadly, no flossing.

Perhaps the lack of flossing is what caused it. Because when the dentist (the dentist who runs the place has a daughter who just graduated dentistry and that is who was my dentist) came in, after mistaking me for my mother, decided that the little cavity that was there needed to be gotten rid of. So in went the drill, me without Novocaine (it was just that small) and with every turn of the drill, there went a little piece of my record.

Now my cat holds the place that was formerly mine. My dog doesn't even get a chance to run because a few days ago he got his own tooth cleaning, where they had to pull out quite a few teeth infected with doggy cavities. And I don't think any of the teeth that got pulled will grow back again. This is probably very mean sounding (if PETA find this, I'll probably get hauled into court for having cruel animal thoughts) but i kinda laugh when I see all the gaps in his mouth. It's just because it makes me think of having to get doggy dentures for him, the denture cream being smoked bacon flavor.

Now ends my record breaking day, me telling you my sad news. I probably shouldn't mention the fact that I just finished a yummy, just out of the oven, home-made chocolate chip cooking, so I'll just think the thought and forget to write it later on.

For all of you who know Aaliyah, pray for her. She called me today and told me she got H1N1. She was miserable sounding. Her eyes and tongue feel heavy and she has to wear a face mask around people. So I know she'll appreciate prayer for a quick recovery.