The great hygienist on Dr. Alice’s staff has been helping me out in my ongoing, back-n-forth battle with periodontal matters. I don’t think I have the disease, more like the side effects of the bad habits (aka, not flossing and rinsing with fluoride) I had in my twenties and early thirties.
My May visit was fair. The only nasty warning I had was a pair of sixes next to each other. Dr. Alice said if it didn’t improve by now, I would be looking at oral surgery to shore it up. The remedy? More aggressive flossing and injecting peroxide. Not the clear hydrogen peroxide people use on cuts. It was this messy, brown chemical I had to mix with 90 percent water.
It paid off, the sixes are gone, replaced by fours. Not a home run, more like an RBI and I’ll take it. Besides, it’s hard to get three or less with my lower, back teeth. Until I can make my jaw unhinge as if I were a PEZ dispenser, chemical rinses need to pick up the slack.
Now to tackle the fours and a five which popped up elsewhere by the first week of December. All this beats having dentures.