Prompt: Let the Scene Write Itself
The taxi drops me off at Jasper ave and one-hundred-and-sixth street. I know Jasper ave well. I’ve been into many of the buildings on the ave. I have been coming to the City Centre mall for errands, lunch, and getting my hair done since I was in highschool.
This building, it’s only the second time I have visited it. On top of a Tim Horton’s and a post office is a highrise full of doctors of every kind. I was referred to go see Dr. P, a specialist, after my regular dentist took one look at my teeth and said: ” I can’t fix these, look at your bottom teeth, you’re going to need a crown on everyone.” I was shocked. I had always had the best teeth in my family. I only had one cavity ever. But since 2010, a year after I started having to take a cocktail of medications, my perfect teeth began to pit from acidity. To this day no dentist can find out why. I don’t drink fruit juice, I only have one pop a day, I don’t eat many citrus fruit, I’m not bulemic, and I don’t have stomach acid.
Dr. P looks at me in the dentist chair, he is showing me molds taken of my teeth. “See how your bite just fits exactly together, there is no space you should have space between the bottom and top. I don’t know why your teeth are so acidic but you need to wear your mouth guard. Your teeth are delicate and thin. See how thin they are? And look at this X-Ray, the roots of your teeth are perfect but when we get up top the enamel is just gone. You have to wear the mouth guard or we’ll have to pull all your teeth out and you’ll have dentures at forty.”
This was not what I expected to hear from Dr. P. I thought he might suggest crowns but instead he says I have to ” protect what I have.” I have to wear the horrible night guard. I told them I have insomnia, I cannot sleep with it in. But he says I have to wear it or I will be like my Grandpa and have dentures. It makes me angry, like I don’t already have enough health issues to deal with.
I have to wear the mouth guard as much as possible and once we check with insurance, they will make me a new one that fits perfectly. They never fit perfectly. They are always hard to breath through and hurt your mouth. The mouth guard gives me headaches but I have to wear it! I have been grinding my teeth since I was five and now because my teeth are thin, there is no choice but to wear it. No way in Hell are they pulling my teeth out. ” That’s not so bad,” my mother says. I choke down my reply. Would she like dentures? I doubt it and she’s fifty-seven. I keep picturing the cup my Grandpa put his dentures in with polident. That won’t be me.