Your Xrayted movie

My dentist chronicles alone can fill pages of a book. Below some thoughts I have when I visit with this profession.

I need to. My addiction to things containing a complex carbon, hydrogen and oxygen compound commonly referred to as Sugar is the reason.

That combined with a lifestyle that did not exactly pride itself in flossing and brushing twice a day. This was late 20th century Bombay. I am not sure which middle class kids knew what a floss was.

Any rate the architecture shows signs of decay. Literally. Plaque - that layer of bacterium that develops absent a rigorous cleaning schedule dents into the protective hard shell called enamel.

At least that is what this professional I visit wants me to believe. Apparently my alcohol consumption needs to go up I thought. After all it is a disinfectant no?

I could swirl more as I gulp?

I visit a new office (yeah that is what the profession calls their operations - dental office) here. Hence the staff is new to me. First up when I visit a dental office is a set of X rays. This to peer into my orifice and see how much of what I got left to begin with. You know - teeth.

My dental hygienist is new. She is not new to the profession but I did not knew her. If that makes sense. That is how some speak sometimes in the Carolinas.

She is a young migrant from some other state people are fleeing desperately and has found gainful employment peering into strange oral cavities and give them a scrubbing.

Refer to her as the dental hygienist.

Needs some schooling apparently. As she maws my innards with her tools I am asked to react to her innocuous questions. So how do you like it here? You really should be flossing more you know? So I turn the tables and ask her in a goofy tone "have you been out west?" She reacts and says yes she has. I mention the biggest cavity of them all called the Grand Canyon and she says she has not seen that.

I told her it will be around for some time so no rush. Meanwhile she moves on to measuring my dental decay and provide some sage advice on what I need to do here on out.

Will I?

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