Yesterday I was given the grim reminder that I am in the slow process of decaying, and there's not much I can do to stop it. I went to the dentist and instead of him saying, "Looks great! Keep doing what you're doing" like he always says, he tells me I have two cavities. I think he needed to be a little more sensitive about it than he was. I don't cry easily, but if I was in a poor emotional state and did cry easily, I may have shed a tear right there in the chair. I always feel proud when they say my teeth look great, and I really felt like a loser when they didn't.
Considering how I felt like scum the rest of the day, I don't know what I'll ever do when other parts of my body start to fail. I suppose I'll have to get glasses soon. I'm sure I've already shrunk an inch and my right knee is bound to need replacing if how noisy it sounds when I walk up the stairs is any indication. If I don't get a grip, I could live the rest of my life depressed!
The thing is there is nothing I can do to stop it. In regards to my teeth, I brush twice a day and floss every day. I don't drink pop or coffee and eat a relatively small amount of candy. Now I feel so helpless and afraid to eat anything that might speed the decay and start rotting my other teeth. Do you think swearing off candy will help? I may ask Mr. Dentist to give me a lecture on how to prevent cavities while he's filling the two I have.
In terms of lightening up, I know there are many great spiritual applications I could delve into right now. For the sake of not over spiritualizing everything, I'll just leave it as is. If you're interested in my thoughts on spiritual applications, just let me know. I've been pondering them in order to keep my sanity.
2 comments:
This makes me laugh! You are cute! Blame it on two back to back pregnancies -- not aging! One of my friends had SEVEN cavities after her first pregnancy -- had never had one before!
That helps me feel a little better. Good thing I'm not pregnant now! You better brush your teeth extra hard these days.
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