You're supposed to get your teeth cleaned and examined every six months, and many times I was back in that chair six months to the day after my previous exam.
I brushed and flossed religiously. I had the world's best gums.
Then COVID hit, and I haven't gone back since.
Mind you, all it takes is for me to pick up the phone and make an appointment. It's that easy. I just haven't gotten around to doing it.
That's what happens when you disrupt my routine as this virus has done. I fall to pieces.
And I'm pretty sure I have a filling that needs replaced.
It makes me wonder how I'll react—how we'll all react—when our lives get back to semi-normal. Routine things like remembering to schedule a dentist appointment may take a minute to get the hang of again.
It sounds silly, but I do think there's going to be an adjustment period. And maybe that's OK.
What's not OK is this molar of mine. It's getting worse by the bite. I'm calling now.
