Dental trauma

I had to go see the periodontist today. His office and my regular dentist’s office have a good racket going. I’m supposed to see each of them every six months, and they’ve worked between them to ensure that I go no more than three months without seeing one or the other of them.

Anyway, the hygienist nattered at me about gum recession, saying fluoride would help, but our water doesn’t have it. The loonies have managed to persuade our legislators that we’ll all die if our water is fluoridated. So I have several teeth whose gums are receding down to root level. Thanks, loonies!

She painted all my teeth with a fluoride goo and told me that the mouthwash I’ve been using isn’t the right one for flouride — I need Listerine’s Total Care product, not the Cool Mint antiseptic stuff I’ve been using. She also made me wonder about Crest toothpaste, which I’ve been using for as long as I’ve been brushing my teeth. I checked. The variety I use has fluoride.

Then I drove home, turned around and took Mom down to the corner to pick up her new glasses.

I hope y’all had a quieter Monday than that.