My Rotten Teeth

The saga with my teeth began when I was nine.  I vividly remember sitting in the dentist chair as they prepped the instruments for my first filling.  That huge, ugly, silver filling stayed with me for ages.  A crown now graces the cap of that molar.  An expensive crown.

My husband, on the other hand, got his first cavity in his thirties.  He started drinking tea with honey and had four little pinpricks of decay on his back molars.  He was devastated.

Welcome to my world.  Except I live in a more devastating world of decay.  My teeth are riddled with rot.  I brush twice a day and try to remember to floss every night.  I use mouthwash.  My last dentist remarked that it's just genetics.  With that, I resigned to living a life of high dental bills eventually ending with dentures.

Until recently.  My neighbor shared a blog post with me after I casually mentioned the bad news I received at my latest dental appointment (I need two fillings and a CROWN).  It's about healing your teeth.  Skeptical, but overly optimistic, I nearly shoved her to the ground in excitement.  I have a tendency to get physical when my enthusiasm bubbles over.  Seth flinches often when I'm excited. 

Before you disregard me, here's my caveat:  I have not researched this thoroughly.  I am merely a cavity ridden-dentist hating-phobic gal who would rather brush my teeth with clay and eat raw food than see the pointy side of another drill.  If you share the bad genetics that bless my teeth, perhaps you are mentally shoving me and yelling, "No Way! I've got to read about this!"  Here it is:
Healing Your Teeth