I went in for a new set of x-rays today (those aren't mine). I got so freaked out beforehand that I sprouted a lovely new cold sore. I tried to photograph that for you, but you really can't get the full impact unless you see it in person.
On February 9th I go back and see my periodontist who will solemnly tell me how completely fucked my mouth is. He's told me before. Why is it that dental professionals always try to make you feel like shit about your condition? My gyno has never given me a complex about my lady parts. She's never questioned my pubic grooming or remarked on how long it had been since the last time I saw her. My GP suggests I eat better (which I am), but she doesn't make me feel like a piece of crap because I could lose a few pounds. Yet dentists and their ilk always give everyone (and I know this isn't just me) the stink eye. And I actually floss. I take better care of my teeth than most people, yet every time I see a new dentist I need to go through the drill and tell them that no, I'm not a junkie. Yes, I do actually brush my teeth and no, I've never had a methamphetamine habit. One look at my fat ass should show them that, but I always need to clarify.
I've had dentists make me get tested for HIV, ask if I was an alcoholic, quiz me on how many cigarettes I smoke a day (none!) and wonder aloud why I put off a crown or whatever. Um, because every time I see one of you people it costs a minimum of $500. Usually a whole lot more.
So right now I've got $3000 earmarked for my periodontist. This is but a drop in a very huge bucket and nowhere near enough. I need to make a lot more money this year and a little luck would help too. Here's hoping the Year of the Ox is kind to me and my mouth. And to you as well. Happy new year!