I meant to post the last two days, but kept getting distracted. I suppose that's more of a failure on my part than anything else. Life is busy, but it shouldn't be that busy, right?
It's weird, though, because it feels like I've already run out of things to talk about, even though there's probably quite a bit in my head. I guess I'm very bad at starting conversations... Also, most of my life centers around teeth nowadays. No one really wants to talk about teeth and sometimes they ask me why I do.
Teeth are interesting and all, but in the end, they're not really a subject for polite conversation. I'm not even very interested in them a lot of the time-- their importance in my life is defined by the context surrounding them.
You see, there's a whole bunch of issues that surround teeth, and those are what interest me more than the teeth themselves. Teeth are just little bits of enamel and dentin and such, but in someone's mouth, they're a whole lot more.
People don't like the way they look with funny teeth or crooked teeth or without teeth at all. People can't function properly if their teeth don't meet, if they can't chew or bite properly. If teeth don't meet up, it leads to headaches and jaw pain and all sorts of uncomfortable situations that no one thinks about. But really, it takes a couple thousand pounds of pressure to make an indentation in a bullet, and soldiers used to do that all the time when they were biting them during medical procedures.
Oh, and bad breath stinks too. (That was a bad pun.)
So that's why teeth are interesting to me, among other things (Hi Dad!), so I don't really think I'm going to regret dentistry.
Well, except that while I have a CPR instructor's license, I will never be able to respond to a person having a heart attack by screaming "I'M A DOCTOR" and falling to my knees in an appropriately dramatic way.
Screaming "I'M A DENTIST" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
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