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Ten Days

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It appears that I can’t control my tongue, and it is becoming very irritating. Is it possible to eat our own teeth?

If you can put those two thoughts together, you probably already know what I have on my mind today.

Yesterday, after eating breakfast, my tongue detected an anomaly in one of my bottom front teeth. It was small enough to be confusing over whether it was a protrusion of something stuck between my teeth, or a hollow where a piece of tooth had chipped away.

After several futile attempts to assess the situation, logic indicated it must be a small chip in the tooth.

Where did it go? Did I eat it? Wouldn’t it have been crunchy?

I suppose it was small enough to be lost in the yogurt and cereal I was eating, without ever getting caught between the other chewing teeth, but the indentation from whence it came feels like a canyon to my tongue. It looks like it was a very small piece, but it feels like it was large.

Now I can’t keep my tongue off the rough edge that resulted. It’s a terrible unconscious obsession. A dentist friend of mine once told me it takes about ten days for our tongues to accept changes in the teeth before they finally give up and stop working at them.

Right now, ten days seems like an eternity. I looked up my next regularly scheduled dentist appointment and discovered it is for the middle of December. That seems like two eternities away, but this little chip honestly doesn’t warrant and special trip to the dentist to have her grind away the roughness.

My tongue just needs to learn faster. I am aware that products (like a wax) exist to protect the tongue from broken teeth, but then my tongue would spend just as much unconscious energy trying to get used to the wax.

It (my tongue) just needs to stop pushing against the ragged edge. How hard can that be?

I wonder if I can get a band-aid to stick to the tip of my tongue.

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August 8, 2017 at 6:00 am

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Windy Monday

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Is it because it was a Monday? That’s my excuse. Hassles at work. Discombobulation at home. It felt like what Mondays are always being accused of feeling like.

DSCN4412eI felt an unexplainable urge to walk round and round, circling in place like Delilah before she lays down, before flopping down myself like a rag doll on our couch, beneath a blanket, in front of the fire Cyndie had burning in the fireplace when I got home.

I suppose it could have been the wind. Blowing snow around at 20-mph, with gusts into the 30s. Driving the commute home was an adventure of wavering vehicles, wobbling back and forth in their lanes.

In a fateful calm, I found myself mentally preparing for the sound of scraping metal that never came, as an eighteen wheel tractor-trailer rig worked its way past me in the fast lane, moving ridiculously close in my peripheral view, several times, as it eased by in the wind.

Who knows what inspired me to decide to dig into documents I knew Cyndie would need to begin the process of preparing information to give to our accountant for our 2015 tax returns. Maybe it was my way of avoiding looking for the card I stowed almost 6 months ago that would tell me what day my next dentist appointment is supposed to be.

I’m growing tired of the insidious plaque on the inside of my bottom front teeth that I can’t stay ahead of cleaning. I think I need floss with a coarser grit. The magical kind that shreds plaque, but stops short of eroding enamel or gums. Yeah. That kind.

Thank goodness I had no allegiance to the teams involved in the Superbowl game Sunday night. I imagine the fans of the Panthers had a pretty gloomy Monday. The fans of the Broncos were probably too delirious to recognize what day it was, let alone whether it was a hassle or not. I watched the game, but the outcome had no bearing on my mental balance, one way or the other.

We finished the evening by deciding to register our online presence with our new healthcare provider for 2016. Cyndie wanted to verify some details of our coverage. She went round and round through loops of links that looked promising, but all fell mercilessly short of the information she was curious about. We were trying to be conscientious, well-informed health plan participants, but the struggle and stress of the online search process began to feel unhealthy.

We decided to take a break and have an ice cream dessert nightcap. I was all too willing to disregard my day’s sugar tally.

The type of day I had yesterday was solely a function of it being a Monday. Or it was the wind.

It might have been the wind.

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Written by johnwhays

February 9, 2016 at 7:00 am

Horse Talk

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There aren’t a lot of people who gush over their dental care team, but I can’t help myself. I went for my regular 6-month check up and cleaning appointment yesterday and as always, had such a great experience that I wish I didn’t need to wait 6 more months for the next one.

Early in the exchange of pleasantries with the hygienist I was meeting for the first time, I revealed that I care for 4 horses. Soon, horses became the main theme of our staccato conversation, carried out in the brief pauses between my mouth being filled with hands and dental tools.

She told me about wild horses that still roam the outer banks of North Carolina. She briefly visited the area to attend a wedding, and never got a chance to see those horses. It would be an awesome sight to see wild horses running along the shoreline.

DSCN2862e2I shared bits of my brief history with horses and received a response of such amazement that it caused me to see anew the remarkable story I’ve been living for the last few years. Since I have heard myself tell this tale over and over, it can seem a little worn out with each new telling. It is refreshing when it evokes an impassioned response of awe and appreciation.

It helps me to stay present in the thrill and wonder of a precious experience that every day grows more routine for me.

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Written by johnwhays

February 24, 2015 at 7:00 am