Miss yuck mouth at defcon 5

I got in early, got an appointment with Caroline the prom queen dentist, and boy do I feel lucky.

My tooth is fine. I was worried. My mother-in-law left me with an image which I have permanently engraved on my psyche--teeth in a jar. I freaked out when I read online that the common reason for an abscess is root decay. It's like the tooth is fine but underneath where you can't see it's a whole other story. Things are a mess, and sometimes as many as two and three teeth in a row can be bad. Freaked me out, ... just a little bit. Reading the internet can be bad like that.

Actually everything is okay. I simply have a severe case of gingivitis between two cramped molars. It's been a year and a half gasp blush since I've had my teeth cleaned, and I've become lazy about flossing and have totally bailed on the noontime brushing that was once a very normal habit. It all has something to do with raising babies and not having the time or energy, or let's face it brain cells for anything as mundane as weaving thread between my teeth for 20 minutes a day.

So yes, I am a yuck mouth. I obviously don't brush enough. And my gums have rebelled screaming, "hey lady enough with the kid...what about US, huh, huh? You think you got time for HIM and not US...well, well take this you stupid heartless wench!!" So, okay guys, I got your message at full volume. Thanks for that because suddenly you guys just became my number one priority and carefully arranging The Perky Puppy Adventure Tails on the baby bookshelf five times a day just got knocked down a few notches. You are my world now. It helps that you sent some friendly bacteria, a pulsing sac of pus and the image of my toothless mother-in-law into my world. I am all ears but those are a little stopped up thanks to you, but hey that's cool.

I'm feeling much better. I didn't die last night and that's already a good thing. Tonight I have my ammunition all lined up: some very expensive toothpaste which I am to use forever (still prefer Colgate, sorry Caroline), bain de bouche (it's Listerine in tiny, overpriced glass bottles okay) and Amoxicillin to kill the teeny tiny bad guys in the pus factory. Sadly I was given no pain killers! I really think that part's very unfair. Everyone gets painkillers right. It's like a little dental abscess gift. I mean a little Vicadin would have been a nice gesture. Come on I have suffered. Let me enjoy my weekend a little bit.