Monday, March 30, 2009

Dental X -Ray

This morning I enjoyed the kindly ministrations of a skilled Dental Hygienist. After the dental X-rays, scraping, poking, and buffing the old choppers to a high shine I was informed that I only had one cavity, and with luck it could be filled, without luck it will require a crown. A crown is where they fix your tooth using enough resources to enable the Dentist to purchase a golden crown to wear while driving his Cadillac with the silver fox fur upholstery.
No really, my Dental Hygienist is so wonderful. I am sure it is not her fault that the large cards of X-Ray film when inserted in my mouth appended to an expensive looking stick/fixture invariably result in a massive gag reflex. It is now 6 hours later and I am still enduring nasty bile flavored wet burps. My gag reflex notwithstanding (I was never able to handle diapering either) I struggle to understand why such large and decidedly uncomfortable fixtures must be inserted completely within my mouth to get the job done. Come to think of it I have never had to insert actual diapers in my mouth either! Well, at least I didn't actually barf. I am afraid however that the cumulative effect of the X-rays over the years may have had a deleterious effect on the ol' brain pan as shown in photo to the right...

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