September 15th, 2009

Payback's a Bitch

When I was a kid, I ate a lot of sugar. I ate candy, I ate cake, I ate pie, I had sweet tea and (very sweet) lemonade . . . I loved sugar. As a teenager, I loved sugar. As an adult, I love sugar. And I never had a cavity. Until I turned 25. And the payback began.

Refined sugar is now the bane of my existence.

After having a few cavities filled, I started shaping up. As all of you know, I've always been big into my brushing twice a day (even after a night on the town, I'd come home and brush before passing out). But for months now, I've been brushing, flossing, using a fluoride rinse every day, wearing my retainers again -- the whole kit and kaboodle. I went to the dentist today for a check-up, ready for them to tell me how good I've been doing. And they did. But they also mentioned that I have three cavities.

Awesome.

Then he says something about them being "tiny" and occurring in natural fissures in my tooth, and how it's not my fault. As if that's supposed to make me feel better. Because it did not. No, I made my next appointment and then I went outside to my bike and I cried. That's right. I'm 27, I found out that I had more cavities, and I cried.

Oh, and did I mention that I don't have dental insurance?

I'm currently about halfway through sulking it off. As part of my feel-better plan, I was halfway thinking about making some cookies.

I mean, the cavities aren't my fault, right?