So the story goes:
Girl goes 30 odd years with great teeth and nary a cavity amongst them.
One night, girl stands in front of her mirror flossing away peacefully, when out of nowhere from the bathroom explodes a blood curdling scream and: "HOLY HAMMER OF THOR, WHAT IS *THAT*!?!?!!?!?"
A tiny black dot is visible on the surface of girl's bottom left molar.
She scrubs harder. Still there.
Grabs a toothpick. Still there.
Try something smaller... tweezers maybe? A needle? Fizzy mouthwash?
Nope, nope. Still there.
2 weeks pass, it's STILL THERE.
Girl repeatedly moans and groans and cries "nooooooooo! not this! not me! not ever! noooooooo!!!" and begrudgingly makes appointment with the dentist. _sigh_ I guess it was bound to happen sometime.
Monday, as if that's not bad enough in itself: Dentist (dis)Appointment:
Enter nervous, shuddering, quivering pile of Jell-O girl, sitting on Dentist Lady's couch, waiting for the inevitable. (Actually, waiting for OVER AN HOUR AND A HALF on said couch, but in my new found bid for more positivity, we won't go there and will rather say "thank god again for the invention of the iPod").
Finally, girl slumps into the chamber of doom and saddles up into the bendy flexi chair for the bad news TKO.
"Lo and behold!" says Tardy Dentist Lady. "Why, that's not a cavity at all. Do you know what that is? It's a speck of something trapped in the cavernous, jagged surface of your back molar. You have very "bumpy" teeth. Let me just use this special micro-mini scraper to get it out."
After an invigorating teeth clean and toxic mouthwash, girl is set free to go back out into the world with her good old untainted teeth. And the heavens shone down upon her all the day long.
Hot DAMN!
Girl goes 30 odd years with great teeth and nary a cavity amongst them.
One night, girl stands in front of her mirror flossing away peacefully, when out of nowhere from the bathroom explodes a blood curdling scream and: "HOLY HAMMER OF THOR, WHAT IS *THAT*!?!?!!?!?"
A tiny black dot is visible on the surface of girl's bottom left molar.
She scrubs harder. Still there.
Grabs a toothpick. Still there.
Try something smaller... tweezers maybe? A needle? Fizzy mouthwash?
Nope, nope. Still there.
2 weeks pass, it's STILL THERE.
Girl repeatedly moans and groans and cries "nooooooooo! not this! not me! not ever! noooooooo!!!" and begrudgingly makes appointment with the dentist. _sigh_ I guess it was bound to happen sometime.
Monday, as if that's not bad enough in itself: Dentist (dis)Appointment:
Enter nervous, shuddering, quivering pile of Jell-O girl, sitting on Dentist Lady's couch, waiting for the inevitable. (Actually, waiting for OVER AN HOUR AND A HALF on said couch, but in my new found bid for more positivity, we won't go there and will rather say "thank god again for the invention of the iPod").
Finally, girl slumps into the chamber of doom and saddles up into the bendy flexi chair for the bad news TKO.
"Lo and behold!" says Tardy Dentist Lady. "Why, that's not a cavity at all. Do you know what that is? It's a speck of something trapped in the cavernous, jagged surface of your back molar. You have very "bumpy" teeth. Let me just use this special micro-mini scraper to get it out."
After an invigorating teeth clean and toxic mouthwash, girl is set free to go back out into the world with her good old untainted teeth. And the heavens shone down upon her all the day long.
Hot DAMN!
Holy hammer of Thor, I thought all them years of chewin' tobacker would stained your teeth brownish blackish yellow! (laughing beaggley bassety beasties!) - Hieronamous Anonymous