But I am telling you it’s so satisfying to munch away at my crushed ice that I get from the dispenser on my refrigerator door. My dentist tells me not to do it. I might break a tooth he says. And I always try to do what he tells me because I am a tooth weenie. If I have one little twinge of any kind I am right there in his office trying to talk with my finger in my mouth.
‘iuh urs righ ear doker, iz iuh oing oo faugh ough ?’ I’m pathetic, really.
I can’t tell you how many times he has told me everything is fine and sends me home with some Sensodyne tooth paste that is supposed to toughen up my sensitive teeth. But the stuff tastes funny. So I don’t use it for long.
But being aware of all this, I still can’t seem to give up my ice chips. Hey, listen, I don’t smoke, I don’t really drink, I don’t dip snuff, I don’t do drugs, heck I don’t even drink coffee ! ( I have never had surgery, but I’m such a non-substance person that if I ever DO have to have an operation all they will have to do to put me under is have the anesthesiologist step into the room and give me a stern look….. BOINK…..’There she goes, grab your scalpel, I’ll be back in an hour.”
So give me a break…..ummm…. let me re-phrase that, cut me some slack. I don’t have any crutches except this one. A little frozen water, a little dab of crystalline H2O. It’s filtered water even. Why is everything that is fun BAD for you ? I really don’t get that.
Maybe I should get a set of those metal teeth like that scary guy in the James Bond movie. Then I could hire out as an ice crusher !
Only problem is I am only 5’2’’. I don’t think I would cut a very imposing figure, metal teeth or not.
Sigh. . . .my ice cup is empty, I have to go now.
Anybody think it’s cold in here ?