According to the comedian Sarah Silverman, “Death arrives in the gums." As of late, I have been open to the “dental experience." I feel like a foreigner when sitting in that chair or, at least, the village idiot. I don’t understand tooth speak. I hear words like lingual, canine, localized and my mind draws a blank. Why do they call the teeth at the back of your mouth wisdom teeth? Do they exhibit any wisdom whatsoever--NO! Most people get their wisdom teeth removed anyway so why not call them.. absent. Or name them something that closely describes what they are.. a-pain-in-the-ass. My dental ninja found one area of suspicion in my mouth. I was told to keep a close eye on it. It is a pit in a tooth at the back of my mouth. I was surprised to know that (just like in real life) drama happens inside the oral cavity. There is at this moment the potential for a crime to occur in that pit while I am unaware. I want to be good and brush gently, but when I grab my toothbrush I transform into this superhero. I become the avenger in the war against gum disease and all that excitement rises to the surface. I end up brushing hard and with ferocity. I confessed this misbehavior to my dental ninja. It will be difficult to change, but I have faith. I can do it.
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