I was relaxing at the dentist yesterday (and yes, you’ve already mentioned that I’m weird). Anyway, I was relaxing with a mouth full of equipment, having my teeth cleaned in and enjoying a conversation about cats with Theresa - who’s a brilliant hygienist - and we got talking about the state of my mouth.
My dental health is a bit of an uphill struggle, what with RA-related difficulties in cleaning my teeth. Add to that a relatively recent battle to keep my gums from bleeding, something that appears to be impossible given that I'm on an immunosuppressant. Used to be that all I had to do was remember to floss for about three days and things went back to perfectly healthy, but my immune system is now suppressed so much that it's having trouble beating down the bacteria in my mouth, hence bleeding gums. Not something I ever expected as a consequence of taking Humira, but what are you gonna do…
However! This is not necessarily about terribly gross things and I apologize to those of you who snapped into a fetal position at the mention of the dentist and gums. There is good news - at the end of the appointment, my dentist said "this is the best I've seen your mouth in a long time" and I (and my bank account) was ecstatic to hear that.
But back to the point of this post. In between talking about cats, I asked Theresa how my mouth was looking and she said the gums were much better, the last time she'd seen me, the gums along the upper right quadrant had been "rolls".
Yes. She said rolls.
And this is the point where I started to laugh so hard there were tears. Blessedly, I didn't accidentally swallow any sharp instruments as a result, but once I could talk again, I asked:
"So what you're telling me is that my teeth had muffin tops?"
Does making yourself laugh until crying mean you’re a total dork?