Last Monday (I am a bit behind, but at least I have lots to write about) I went to the dentist for a check-up/cleaning for the first time in two years. Usually, this would have been an annual event but last year I was supposed to go but I ended up moving here to be with my special lady friend. There’s not a lot I can remember about my early dentistry memories. But up until a couple (could be many) years ago, I think I went to the same dentist basically my whole life. Until he had an aneurysm and died one day. It was weird/sad. After he died my entrance into the world of seeing different dentists began.

Before I brag about myself for the next few paragraphs I need to be honest. When I was younger there was a huge gap between my teeth. I could stick a hickory stick between them. I could spray water like a water pistol. But slowly, as my dentist assured, the gap closed in as my teeth grew. And this was the beginning of the perfection.

Let me list of a couple impressive tooth statistics:

• - I have never had a cavity.
• - My wisdom teeth fit in my mouth.
• - The dentist always tells me I have great teeth.
• - All my teeth are straight, without ever having braces or a metal contraption in my mouth (except some minor crowding on the bottom row).

Quick side story. After my Regina dentist suddenly died, I switched dentists. The hygienist was a girl that I went to elementary school with but she was a couple years older. This was always the most awkward part of going to the dentist for me. Because I knew her, I knew who she was (she wasn’t a bad person or anything), but I didn’t know her enough that I could really talk to her. So I would sit/lay there, pretending like she was a stranger when she wasn’t. Plus, don’t you think being inside someones mouth is an intimate thing? I am okay with two things. Either a stranger digging around in my mouth or someone I am really close to (now I have never had the latter, so I am just assuming). And I am only referring to dentistry here—so don’t go there. Anyway, that was always awkward for me and I wanted you to know. Luckily, I have beautiful teeth and so she had nothing to judge me about.

It might be my massive ego or just the fact that this is one area that always goes well in my life, but I am pretty proud of my teeth. If you were to ask about my tonsils… now there’s something that is always going wrong. Always sore, always infected. But my teeth are like the rock of my foundation for my continuing belief in the beauty of life.

Generally, I am not a lucky person. However, I feel that my teeth are lucky. Because if you are unlucky with teeth, it is brutal. I am thankful for my teeth and if you have good teeth you should be too.