I emerged from the dental office victorious on Friday, cavity free and no major structural failure of the teeth. But the battle was ugly, Dr. Lee scraping off inordinate amounts of plaque and causing my gums to bleed so much he had to stuff gauze in under my lip like a piece of chew. Without saying a word he gave me the look of admonition, both of us knowing I had not flossed in a very long time. And then the foreboding assessment came: the enamel on my teeth is wearing thin near the gums, and next visit might include some bonding work. I reflexively winced but nodded in acknowledgement, smiled weakly at the receptionist as I took my complimentary toothbrush and ironic pack of dental floss, and slinked out the door.
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