Y’know? I should have seen this coming.
You just can’t go ten years without seeing a dentist for a cleaning. Uh uh. No sirree. To not do so is just dumb, spelt with a capital D.
That’s where I come in.
Just didn’t think about it when I first moved to Toronto, and by the time I did, I couldn’t afford the expense. Sure, I could have gone to the Yorkville School of Dentistry, and paid $25, but I would have had to sit through three separate sessions of three hours each with students prodding around my mouth. Thank you, but no.
So when my parents offered to take me instead to their dentist out in Beaconsfield, QC this month, I leapt at the chance. Thank goodness I did too, otherwise I never would have know about the cavity until it hit the nerve, and it was that close.
So my record of 37 years of perfect teeth is now shoot, and I’m a bit wiser now.