This is always a bit of a dreaded event, simply because I can guarantee the news won't be good.
Somehow I got the awful-teeth gene,
and no matter how hard I try, my teeth always have problems.
I am usually told the same thing--"Great hygiene!...But bad luck."
Today was no different.
I walked out with a tube of prescription toothpaste and a long list of work that needs to be done, including two root canals and a couple of crowns.
(But needless to say, it was a much better prognosis than the last dentist I saw gave me. He told me I needed a whopping TEN crowns! We laughed and laughed because there was no way graduate school was going to allow for that, and then we never went back.)
When I was in high school, after spending many thousands of dollars on fillings, braces, a palate expander, an implant (I was born missing a tooth), a crown for a tooth that only developed a stub, wisdom teeth removal with crazy complications, and numerous other dental procedures, my mom told me, "You'd better smile a lot, because that's a ten thousand dollar mouth you've got there."
It's a good thing I've got so many great reasons to smile!