The Window Into My World.

It says everything that needs to be said about my life lately that a trip to the dentist this morning was automatically the high point of my day.

Now, I hate the dentist drill as much as the next guy, but I find periodontal work strangely satisfying. There's something therapeutic about that scrape, scrape, scrape, a feeling I can only compare to that of picking a scab, or scratching athlete's foot.

Unfortunately, the dentist wasn't all sunshine and light, as I had to mention one problem. At night my teeth grind harder than a Vegas stripper paying her way through college. I've had a lifetime of jaw pain as a result, but it's become intolerable over the last few months, not only to me, but to the Nurse as well ("Dave, wake up, what the hell is squeaking like that? Huh, it stopped, go back to sleep.")

So, it looks as if I've got a crazy/sexy nightguard in my future! Maybe if I'm lucky, I can get one all blinged out, with diamonds and stuff. That would be sweet.

Have a fun day, readers.

Comments

[Diana Dickert]

A blinged out mouthguard... Yeah, that does sound sweet. Maybe the reason why you felt uncomfortable when your teeth were being scraped is because they were going to be a lot better after it all.