When I was a kid you got a tooth exam at school & were given one of 3 cards – white meant no cavities, blue meant time for a check-up & pink meant major work. I only ever got pink even though I was in the d-chair every Saturday morning. My 6-yr molars came in (& right out) when I was 3.
Well, that’s a great song, Rob, but it’s not what I meant. I meant that you can create something and not have the ties that bind some of us too tightly to family no matter the stress or pain they may cause you. And you have the luxury of choosing who you want to be your ‘family’.
I don’t know that I have great teeth, but I do seem to have some anxiety/procrastination issues.
otoh, the last time I went to the dentist, after a *lot* of sweating and anxiousness finally kicking my ass into gear, they were all “Hey, your teeth are super! I can’t believe it’s been that long! Way to go!” and then never sent me an ‘it’s time to come back in’ card. So, it’s been another couple years.
Definitely went twice a year or whatever when I was a kid, though. I think maybe we had insurance?
My grandfather, RIP, had dentures, and broke them in half once. He promptly super-glued them together and popped them into his mouth, where the wet glue gave him a nasty chemical burn.
He was the kind of guy who could fix anything so it would work, but not necessarily in a way that would look pretty.
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When I was a kid you got a tooth exam at school & were given one of 3 cards – white meant no cavities, blue meant time for a check-up & pink meant major work. I only ever got pink even though I was in the d-chair every Saturday morning. My 6-yr molars came in (& right out) when I was 3.
I stand by my prediction that rob will meet a single dad and live happily ever after.
bfarwell, sounds exactly like my dad, who hems his pants with duct tape and a staple gun!
I have horrible teeth, and have not been to the dentist in over a year.
I know I need to go, but have been putting off finding a dentist and making an appointment.
Well, that’s a great song, Rob, but it’s not what I meant. I meant that you can create something and not have the ties that bind some of us too tightly to family no matter the stress or pain they may cause you. And you have the luxury of choosing who you want to be your ‘family’.
Rob, I would go to a shelter before I moved in with my dad and stepmother. I agree with those who wrote that we make our own families when we grow up.
I don’t know that I have great teeth, but I do seem to have some anxiety/procrastination issues.
otoh, the last time I went to the dentist, after a *lot* of sweating and anxiousness finally kicking my ass into gear, they were all “Hey, your teeth are super! I can’t believe it’s been that long! Way to go!” and then never sent me an ‘it’s time to come back in’ card. So, it’s been another couple years.
Definitely went twice a year or whatever when I was a kid, though. I think maybe we had insurance?
My grandfather, RIP, had dentures, and broke them in half once. He promptly super-glued them together and popped them into his mouth, where the wet glue gave him a nasty chemical burn.
He was the kind of guy who could fix anything so it would work, but not necessarily in a way that would look pretty.