You Belong in Rome
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had my teeth cleaned yesterday by a dentist friend. i must say sitting in the dentist's chair and not being able to say a word in reply to anything was highly educational. while blasting away my tea stains, mama rosa (dentist) talked my ear revealed to me that gums are alive (they move away from irritants), horizontal brushing is a major no-no, and that in forty years, i may find myself married to a toothless man. (the boyf grinds them in his sleep--they can actually erode away to nothingness. scary.) plus she taught me how to floss properly (it's ok to get a little vicious).
my teeth are now considerably whiter without being horrifyingly picket-fence white, which is nice. but it feels really, really weird to run the tip of my tongue behind my lower front teeth and feel the gaps between them. (yes, you're supposed to. if you don't, then its time to visit your dentist.)
i was aghast to learn i may have to wear braces. i have third molars, which are not actually supposed to be there. apparently, they may crowd my lower teeth and cause my slightly crooked front ones to become hopelessly crooked. (the current sungki level can still pass for cute and quirky.)
NOOOOO braces. i'd rather have all four molars pulled out. my bank account fervently agrees.
mama rosa's factoid about third molars: our stone-age hunter-gatherer ancestors used to have them. they needed more teeth in order to bite and chew raw chunks of meat, flesh, fruit and whatnot. third molars disappeared as man evolved, as utensils and processed food increasingly did away with the need for excessive chompers.
salamat ha. napag-iwanan pala ako ng ebolusyon.
