Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Good News! and Good News (Why I'm a Jerk)

Good News! We are going to see Wicked tomorrow night. After years of loving the music to the show, as well as a pirated copy of it on VHS that one of my former roommates picked up somewhere and bequeathed to us, we are going to be able to see it live.

One of the perks of marrying into a large family is the fact that if anything of interest ever comes into town, you can be sure that there is a good chance you can get the group rate. And we did, about a year ago.

Needless to say, we are beside ourselves with excitement. We have had some friends who saw it last week, and we have heard nothing but rave reviews. WHOO HOO!

The other Good News comes because I have been having some tooth pain recently. That isn't good news, you say? Well you are right on that account. But there is a silver lining.

We set me up an appointment with Dr. Waynebow, who just happens to be my brother-in-law. He is the one who took care of Wifey when she had all sorts of problems. I went in, expecting to find a cavity or two, since it has been quite some time since either of us have been to the dentist. I would tell you how long it was, but you would cringe in horror.

I figured that, having never had a cavity in my life, I was getting a cavity because my tooth was starting to bother me. He came in after all my X-rays were taken and started looking through the pictures. He told me that he didn't see any issues from the X-rays, but that he would take a look.

I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised at how gentle he was. I don't know if it was because he knows me, or if he is always this gentle with patients, but I was not uncomfortable at all during the poking and prodding. He told me that there was a bit of decay in one tooth on the other side of my mouth, but that the tooth that I thought was giving me problems was completely fine. He said that my gums were a bit inflamed there, so that might have been causing the discomfort.

I left the dentist's office again without any cavities. After I called and told Wifey, she called me a jerk. I can see her side of things—I have never been an avid flosser, I brush my teeth only once a day, and I still don't have any cavities. I blame it on my parents' well water.

The water growing up was always very hard, but I never thought twice of it. Water was water. Sure, it turned the shower wall orange, and had the slightest hint of sulfur and iron, but it kept me clean, and tasted like water to me. It was only after I had moved out of the house to Finland for two years that I realized that the water had a unique taste to it.

Wifey still won't drink it. Neither will the other two sister-in-laws who joined the family. They don't think it is palatable. It might be the odor, or the taste, but they prefer the normal water.

And maybe Wifey should start drinking it so that she can bolster her teeth to be as hearty as mine.

I know. I'm a jerk.


Nate said...

Power to our water!!!!! I have never been a cavity kid either. Our teeth are immortal!!!!

Lana said...

I don't have any cavities either! That is funny. Maybe you could bottle the water and sell it for medicinal purposes like they use to in the 1800s. Keep smiling.