“Every single one of your son’s molars has a cavity, Ma’am.”
“It’s gonna run you about $2500. But we take installments if that’s helpful.”
What the? digesting… digesting…. 2500 what? Dollars? Fillings? but I’m a nature girl… how could two pieces of candy everyday after violin practice have turned into this?
I’m still reeling as I’m sitting with my toddler in my lap at my son’s hand drumming class. I simply open my mouth – and
RADICAL SHIFT OF CONSCIOUSNESS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE, BRACE YOURSELF.
I mention the bad news to the other homeschool moms. As usual, a conversation with another homeschool mom left me empowered, educated, and thirsty for more.
Every time I am engaged in conversation with one of these delightfully enlightened women, it’s as if new universes are brought to my attention. I thought I was homeschooling for my boys, but apparently, I am about to change the world.
She looked me right in the eye and said, “I wouldn’t do anything to his teeth. I’d just change his diet. Check out a book called Cure Tooth Decay. His teeth can heal themselves.”
Is she from another planet? I love her! I love healing myself. But teeth?
Here we go down yet another adventurous rabbit hole of unconventional wisdom. This is becoming pleasantly familiar. Similar were the feelings of delightful shock and then exhilaration as I first learned of and subsequently embraced the ideas of home birth and home school.
I downloaded Cure Tooth Decay a couple of hours ago, and I think my entire life is about to change.
I have a pretty good sugar addiction
I’m feeling huge resistance to the change. I mean, if it’s good for a hummingbird, it’s gotta be okay for me right? Good God, what am I doing to the poor hummingbirds? Am I rotting their tiny little beaks?
Wisdom, when you have it, feels like common sense. Ironically, in three chapters I’m also already up on the high horse of better food decisions. So far I’ve gleaned from the book that above all else we have to eradicate sweets and white flour from our diet.
Maya Angelou might do better when she knows better, but she doesn’t mention backsliding. I’ve known better for years. Growing up, my older brother used to say, “The whiter the bread, the sooner you’re dead.” I read The Sugar Blues 10 years ago, followed the sage advice, gave up cane sugar for months and cured myself of chronic yeast. What a high horse that was. I’ve been so conscious of what I eat at times that the mere idea of pulling into a drive-thru repulsed me to a point of lightheadedness with hunger. But that ever-burning, self-destructive, bacchant, debaucherous, deep-seated sugar fiend always manages to make me an excuse – just like any other addict. You’ve gone six months without it; surely one little petit-four is moderation. And I’m sucked back in – to the tune of cheesecake, chocolate, ice cream, Halloween, the occasional coke for which I’ve had palate since about age six.
It’s really an underestimated and undercover little booger, sugar I mean.
So, we’re officially shifting to the Cure Tooth Decay diet. This apparently includes cod liver oil, butter, and fish head stew. 😉 In three months we are going back to the same dentist, the same technician, and the same x-ray machine. I can’t wait to see the look on that dentist’s face when the teeth are re-mineralized and the cavities are all gone. And if the cavities are all gone, imagine our health in general! I’ll keep you posted. Literally.
Back to the land of the awake 😯
So it took me 8 cavities in my little 5 yo’s head to bring me back to the land of the awake. Hallloooo! I’ m back. I don’t know how long I’ll stay. I have a pretty good track record for not sticking around too long. And I bid adieu down my nose to the rest of you who are still blindly and deliciously choosing a double bacon burger today. Go ahead, get the apple pie while you’re at it.
The update to this story is: Don’t call me crunchy – or Abracadabra, no more cavities!