Yesterday I returned to NYU Dental School to get x-rayed and begin a regimen of treatment on my wretched, rapidly decaying teeth. The children who x-rayed me were cute in an incomptent way, but if they'd been handling drills, I would've had words with someone. I got x-rayed and their supervisor/professor came in to discuss.
"Are you a heavy smoker," she asked? Uh, no. She looked at me and told me I had VERY SERIOUS ISSUES for a woman my age. Basically I have the teeth of an elderly chainsmoker. She then asked again if I smoked, I guess thinking I might be lying.
I really don't! I asked her if she thought Diet Coke could've caused the damage. Her eyes got wide and she said "Of course!" a little too enthusiastically for my taste. She then went on to tell me all the horrible things my favorite beverage does to teeth. The gist of which is, I have to quit. Immediately.
So more Nectar of the Goddesses for me. It won't be easy. I don't drink Diet Coke because it has no calories. I drink it because it's a delicious carbonated beverage. Nothing goes better with a cheeseburger or helps cure a hangover quicker. But if I want to keep my teeth, I have to say no. So from now on, I'm strictly a water and wine gal. Sigh.