My teeth were crumbling. I thought that was churlish of them, especially since I was moving at the time and had quite enough going on.
My naturopath has gotten them back to something more toothlike and durable, but the thing about tooth chips -- like stretch marks -- is that there's no undoing them.
Another blow to my vanity, or what's left of it.
I'm told this churlish chalkification was due to the effects of the cortisol my body now has again -- and responds far too strenuously to. This makes sense at a basic level, since mineralization is one of the things cortisol affects. I haven't looked into the specific science but, since I can chew without fearing for my molars now, I'll accept the explanation and keep going.
I'm glad my teeth are stronger. I can probably live without using them for pulling needles and trimming cuticles, but I was stumped for ways to chew my food without them. As it is, I suspect beef jerky and rock cakes are entirely in my past.
Think I'll have an apple for breakfast. Wonderful thought. It really is the simple things that make life sweet.
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