Well, I'm back after a short hiatus. Part of the reason for
my silence was that there was very little I felt like writing
about (or doing, really) in the wake of 9/11.
Another reason was that I was out
of town and away from the internet last weekend, taking part
in my research group's retreat.
Things are slowly settling down again. It's a beautiful, rainy
fall day here and I'm gearing up again for the blob of work that
awaits me whenever I want to get started.
I went for a dental checkup on Monday. I have no objection to
dentists per se, and in fact I've been very happy with
this particular dentist. I do, however, feel anxious about these
checkups because I have such terrible teeth. I have many fillings.
Enough that I don't know how many I have. It must be up around
fifteen or twenty. At least a dozen, at any rate. I have to
wear a plastic night guard to prevent myself from grinding my
teeth into oblivion, and my bite is rarely aligned. I gather a lot
of this stems from large doses of antibiotics as a child -- apparently
this can wear out the enamel on your teeth. But I'm sure part of
it is hereditary as well.
Well I wasn't about to surrender my teeth just yet. After the
last appointment, I was pretty diligent. We bought a Sonicare
toothbrush. I flossed almost every day and rinsed with a fluoride
rinse. This was some pretty hardcore dental hygiene.
I guess all my hard work paid off, because according to this most recent
appointment, I only need one filling. Hurray -- "only" one.
I find it hard to feel excited when it's the rate at which
I need new fillings that's leveling off, not the absolute number of
fillings I have. There's a very large different between "only one
each time" and "zero each time".
It's not even getting the fillings that bothers me. The needles,
the drilling, those are all minor inconveniences. No, what bothers me
is the constant
reminder that in the long run, there's probably not much I can do about
this problem. It seems that my best efforts merely slow the decay.
It stands to reason that when any given tooth is made up more of
amalgam than tooth material (which, by the pigeonhole principle, is
the inevitable outcome of these
repeat visits), it'll be time to consider whether the remaining organic
part of the tooth is performing any useful function.
The sensible alternative, of course, would be to find a less observant
dentist. Perhaps I'll take that opportunity next time I move.