Later on I was wobbling and wiggling my little front tooth that has been giving me so much annoyance. And as I wobbled it back and forth and wiggled it up and down I noticed that it wasn't even the least bit uncomfortable. Next thing it was out without even a twinge. At first I was elated - then I quickly deflated. I wish someone had given me an earnest homily when I was young and impressionable.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wobbly Wiggler
Yesterday one of the younger members of our gardening cooperative was over. She was telling me that she has several very wobbly teeth. I told her that, I too, had a wobbly one. It was an excellent chance for me, as a boring adult, to give the little'un one of my earnest homilies. I grabbed the opportunity and lectured Sylvie on how important it is to brush and take care of teeth when you are young because gnashers have to last you a long time and mine aren't going to. And there was lots of wobbling and clacking to prove my point.
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2 comments:
I think it has something to do with genes as well as care.
I've tried to take great care of my teeth, but they just don't seem to want to be well. Good diet, regular dental care, orthodontics, perio...just short of flossing with barbwire,& I still get loose teeth + cavities.
Are those genes Irish? We do have a genetic predisposition to gum disease.
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