Dr. Wife has been blessed with many things.

She’s beautiful, she’s incredibly brilliant, she’s one of the most driven people I’ve ever met, and she has awesome British teeth.

Ok, so noone is perfect, and you can’t do anything about the genes you’re born with, so she does what she can. She flosses regularly, she gets her teeth cleaned twice a year, she brushes… No, she brushes alot. In fact I have to tell her to stop brushing sometimes… Like when I’m watching TV, and I notice that there’s been two comercial breaks and she’s still brushing…

But sometimes no amount of prophilactics can stop the inevitable. About 7 years ago it started. If I remember correctly, she was in her first year of medical school and she had just recovered from a sinus infection. Then the tooth aches came. Well, it turns out she had one of her front teeth abscess. One root canal and one filling later, she was back in business.

This pattern of sinus infection, tooth abscess, root canal, filling continued at a frequency of about once per year over the next 3 years.

So for the last two years, she has planned on getting a “grill”. (well, it just recently became a dream for a new grill after some random rap video she saw where folks were waxing poetic about their bling bling grills) And when the time finally came when my employeer offered some decent dental coverage, we decided to go for it.

So Wednesday, the process began.
After Impression after impression, and hours of drilling and fitting, she came home with a temporary grill that’s got her all talking funny and what not… So now she’s got a set of odd fitting temps, a throbbing heavy mouth , and all sorts of instructions to follow like how to eat, what to do and not do, and how she needs to brush like 5 times a day (despite the fact that it hurts her to brush).

Dr. Wife’s comment last night while we’re watching TV:
I don’t ever want to brush my teeth again. Yeah, same person that I have to convince to stop brushing…

Big thanks to Bayou Self for the pic.