This Tickle is entitled, “Cavities.” Now, hold up. I brush my teeth. I even floss them every other day. And no, I don’t want a cookie. Because I don’t want anymore cavities. Yesterday, I went to the dentist and he said, “You don’t have any tarter build up. However, your teeth are suffering from a lack of calcium.” I told him my blood work says that I have more than enough. And that’s thanks to my daily intake of Almond milk. And yes, although quite small, almonds do in fact have mammary glands. Anyway, the dentist said that my mouth might be too dry. So now I need to go on prescription toothpaste. I wasn’t aware of this product. Apparently, it has five times the amount of fluoride that Crest has. On top of that, there’s this thing called “Fluoride Poisoning.” Which means you can die from TOOTHPASTE! I can picture Rev Al. Sharpton speaking at my funeral, “His pearly whites got him to the pearly gates!”
Which brings me to fillings. Why does the white cost more than the silver? Now, nobody wants a bunch of silver in their mouth, unless you have an album coming out. I don’t. Doesn’t silver require an actual person to dig and discover it in the dirt, a person who was given no first or last name (maybe just a middle initial) to dig and dig while suffering under inhumane conditions? Shouldn’t that tooth alternative be worth more?
Does this have anything to do with my writing journey? …Maybe.