Canine Cavorting
Anatomically
Dusting off
the rust
of our inherent
Triangulations
of trust
Canine
Cavorting
Clarity
Awareness
Smile, it lets your teeth breathe. ~Author unknown
Today is about crowning around. However, this story isn’t what you may have thought based on the title. Although I love woofers, this share won’t be a doggone good tail. Instead, I’m gonna give y’all a little something to chew on about the glory of gratitude that can happen for going out of your way. Because occasionally life attempts to take a bad bite from your flow. Whereas, it could simply signal an opportunity to freshen your deftness. When I recently found a low-income college dentist program for a mere forty dollars for a cleaning with X-rays I was sold. Despite the requisite duo of separate visits totaling eighty-four miles roundtrips of gasoline, I was rather impressed with my scrimping. Especially sans health insurance hikes rates I currently can’t afford. Yet, at the close of the second appointment, the instructor checking the student’s assessment of me agreed number eleven was looking suspect; a cavity was declared!
I rested in that sterile chair calmly in a state of shock at first. Glad to have on my sunglasses I’d brought with me to don against those piercing overhead lamps and lights, that I wore under the provided clear plastic pair they offered to keep all the spraying out of your eyes, preventing them from seeing my fear. The juvenile sounds of drilling reverberated in my memory. Then my mind began scanning all sorts of rationality options, such as they’ve gotta have the wrong scans they’re reviewing. But these were professionals and my stress has hit epicurean proportions lately. So I figured ill fate had plain cuspidly caught up with me. Besides, they were thoroughly pointing to the dark space on the radiograph screen to show me in detail. Who was I to doubt their authority? I’d only ever had plaque inside my pie hole, compared to the type adorning their walls.
And you stay quiet to save grace at best ~Sigh of Relief by Like Pacific
Still, silently implanted intuitively within my brain, eye toothly (hope you enjoy the play on “I truly”) felt confident that I surely didn’t have any decay issues. It’s not that I’m a perfect eater or never intake the usual sugary or other culprits. Namely, due to the fact that it’s been literally multi-decades since I recall that pit in the stomach slumping to an enamel excavation intervention. As a kid, I spent a lot more time at my pediatric dental depot than I would have preferred. My youth was riddled with a jaw full of silver, retainers, braces; the whole nine works. So much so that Dr. Nyland became a friend who kindly tended to me into my thirties before we both acquiesced to finally file the relationship in his records history. In my extensive oral repertoire, I just knew my kisser wasn’t in peril. I’m a bit of a religious routine junkie. I often plan my clothing choices the evening prior to sleep, make my bed every morning upon rising, and brush my chompers twice daily, together with always flossing. My thirties age adulting even included adding a nightly bite guard to help protect my nibblers. I swore I was doing all the right things.
Mishaps can sometimes turn out to be marvelous. Fangtastically, no matter being unable to prove it, my dreaded return did the deed for me. Another forty-two miles of petrol plus perceived hollowing pain awaiting me, I nonetheless wanted to support my optimum wellness, as I long ago learned about the tooth-meridian connection to your entire physique. I barely lasted fifteen minutes prepped in the chair when a different doc this instance quizzically questioned was this one the sole repair reason I was there? He furthered it by citing there was indeed NO ruin to my muncher! Profusely apologetic for my drive, the gas, and wishing me a wonderfully sunny evening to go outdoors to enjoy. I exited grinning ear to ear, elated in what I believed all along. Getting to leave early meant arriving home with ample dinner sorting. Also, with the win on missing a filling, I wisely talked myself into skipping the easy fast-food craving typical decompression from a depression session that I do. I met a handsome new DDS with ample expertise teaching me about the shadows that imaging can display. While I might be lacking the pearliest of whites, there were many happy aspects of escaping a mouth mining this date.
Rooted in rewarding ourselves for primo bodily practices can be a sweet treat.
