Tuesday, March 10, 2009

A Tribute to a Fallen Comrade

In the summer of 2006, I had a root canal performed on one of my teeth - my First Bicuspid to be exact - and was told that due to the procedure, the tooth would grow weaker and weaker over time to the point of fracture. The only way to avoid this would be to have the tooth permanently crowned; something I wasn't thrilled to hear. The process involves drastically grinding down the tooth to the point where it's really just a stump and placing the artificial crown over top of it. I put it off for a while, but out of fear of one day taking that fatal "fracture bite" I finally decided to get it done in March 2007. While I can now say that I have grown very fond of my new tooth, at the time I was left with a deep sense of melancholy as I realized I would be parting with a very dear and crucial part of me, to be replaced by well...something new and fake.

With the two year anniversary of my tooth crowning endeavor upon us, I'd like to share a tribute I wrote just a few days before the big day.

A Tribute to a Fallen Comrade

You have been with me since the days of my youth, a brave and mighty soldier enlisted in my oral army.

Throughout the years you grew in strength and stature, a true leader among your peers.

We have shared many a meal together and many a chocolate product.
And whether the obstacle was tough in texture or soft and malleable, your unwavering strength never hesitated in making the most of your ability.

Always one to know your place, you never bit my lip or cheek, unlike some of your more rebellious brothers, nor did you ever object to my ever repetitious mint crunching upon your resilient body.

But somewhere throughout the years, the fiery spirit inside you began to fade.
Somewhere I heard you crying out for help as I drifted off to sleep, too tired to reach for a toothbrush; your one true ally.

I rushed you to aid, to the only ones who could save you. But my efforts were futile.
The decay had taken hold.
Death was imminent.

I laid there powerless as they drilled deep into your core, and all the while you handled it so bravely.

But in the end they told me you could not be saved, that you must be replaced.
Your days on the front lines were over.

As I sat there sadly pondering the good times we'd shared, my grief was further compounded with the knowledge that my lousy insurance will only pay for half of your replacement.
Truly you and I must have shared one cheesecake too many...

So my dear friend, as our days as a team come to an end, know that you will not be forgotten, that your many efforts have not been in vain, and that never a tooth shall be called as sweet as you.

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