Dental Cleaning
I had my appointment for a cleaning (just a few weeks late given the birth of my second son) this past Monday. Feels great to have those squeaky clean teeth...until your next meal. Prior to getting pregnant the second time I had requested that they update my x-rays as I knew there would be about a year or so before I could technically have them again. I made the appointment, they took the x-rays, and at my next cleaning I was pregnant. That's when they told me that the x-rays they take every 3-5 years needed to be updated. Huh?
Yup, the x-rays they took at the specially scheduled x-ray appointment that I went out of my way to make were just the normal bitewings they take each year. Someone didn't read my chart properly...and who was I to question how many x-rays they should take. The procedure seems to change every appointment.
So this time, they said it had been over 6 years since my last full panel and they'd recommend I take the extra 10 minutes to update things. Good thing. Although I have nearly perfect teeth (the hygenist always compliments me on what a nice mouth I have), the few "spots" they've been monitoring have increased so they're going to have me back in to seal those areas before anything more serious develops. Ah, Sjogren's.
In addition to fixing these two areas, they're also going to fix the front tooth (well, second over on the top) that I chipped. Both the hygenist and dentist got a kick out of how I answered their separate questions concerning whether I knew what I had done to chip the tooth...kissing my husband. Yup, that's a good memory. Go in for the kiss and misjudge proximity. Funny thing is, my husband doesn't remember this, but I can tell you where we both were at the time...probably because the next words out of my mouth were, "my Dad is going to kill me." My parents spent a fair amount on a perfect smile (aka I had a bit of dental work to get the teeth straight), so chipping a tooth was almost a slap in the face.
Anyways, good visit and I'll get these things taken care of before they become anything more than just a spot. Now if I could only heal my elephant skin. Given I wash my hands about 3 times an hour between diapers and the potty training 2 1/2 year old it makes it tricky to get the cream on, let alone get it to work.