Nothing could prepare me for the news. In fact, I had been quite blase about the whole visit, but within minutes, I had created a stir in the tiny office. I was prepared to hear the same lecture I heard every time and had steeled myself for it, while also silently vowing to be better next time. But this was a shocker. Five cavities. I have five cavities. I had not had a cavity since I was eight years old, and yet in the six months since my last visit to the dentist, I had managed to wreak havoc on my once strong teeth. I was pummeled with questions. "Are you drinking a lot of juice? "Are you brushing before bed?" "Are you flossing?" It seemed like a mystery to the staff at first, I mean, how I could have fallen off the wagon so violently, so quickly? But I knew at once: I'm a baker. I eat sweets all day long to either test for freshness, nibble on a broken or fresh baked something or try out a new recipe. And, I am also a business owner. I fall into bed at the end of a long day, often with nary a care for my dental hygiene, 'til morning at least. It was bound to happen. I was eating on borrowed time.
Now, I await my appointments, plural, because apparently it's just too much work for one visit. OK, I've put them off, but I swear I'll get on it right away. Just as soon as the cakes are done for this week.
Now, what are those funny little blue veins on my ankles?
