I have entered that phase of my life, sadly, where a whole lot of work on my teeth is happening.
The Springboks endure their mouth guards for however long a rugby game lasts… Mine are a permanent fixture.
On the positive, I’m eating less, because it’s actually just a pain to eat. At the end of this ordeal, I expect to be a perfect set of gnashers, in a skull.
I have become quite creative about keeping everything now housed in my mouth clean, and have ventured into the world of, not just steradent, but dental tablets. Useful when you have to rinse and brush 15 times a day.
When my online order of dental tablets arrived, (I am not one to darken the door of an actual shop), they arrived with a bag of ‘mouth tapes’.
What have we here I pondered.
Well, for the ignorant, as I was, a mouth tape is something you wear over your mouth at night to ensure that you breath through your nose while you sleep.
All kinds of wondrous benefits to this apparently… Stops snoring, helps you avoid ‘dry mouth’.
So I slapped one over my mouth and went to bed.
Unfortunately, before explaining to my lovely man what was going on.
What’s this new kink he probably thought, and will it hurt?
I had generously decided to try it myself first rather than experimenting on him.
After explaining to him the concept… I watched his face.
I am quite expert at reading his mind.
‘Wonder if I could get her to wear one during the day’, I could see him thinking.