I have teamed up again with the talented Sandra (or Daffy as I like to call her), from Wild Daffodil to bring you another bit of silliness this Saturday. Sandra is incredibly artistic and creative, and I just love the images she has created out of shells, stones and flowers.
One of the nicest things about Sandra’s blog is that you never know what she is going to get up to next, from beach art to knitted wigs, and mandalas to making spirals in her garden.
This week’s Silly Saturday is all about a poorly pear named Petra. After several comments about Tom the tomato possibly being a good example to use to encourage people to look after their teeth, we thought it would be fun to introduce a couple of #SillySaturday Health posts. Although there is still the usual silliness you can expect from us both, there is also a serious side too. Anyway, please let us know what you think of this idea.
Petra the pear was feeling poorly
She didn’t know quite what to do
Not only was she putting some weight on
But she was suffering from toothache too!
She had started to let her self go a bit
Indulging in too many treats
The sugary snacks made her teeth hurt
Causing trouble whenever she eats!
For too many years she’d been smoking
Which caused her teeth to go brown
Her gums receding and bleeding
It was time to turn things around.
She wanted her life to be fruitful
And continue her family tree
But she had to make sure she was healthy
And in the best shape she could be
First stop was to the doctors
To get help with giving up smoking
The harm it was causing her body
Was both sobering and thought-provoking
As if heart disease and strokes weren’t enough
It could cause breathing problems as well
Tooth loss, fertility problems and cancer
Not to mention the horrible smell
She decided to go for the patches
And started the very next day
She found that her nicotine cravings
Were slowly melting away.
Next stop was to the dentists
To see if something could brighten her smile
Because her teeth were so neglected
It was going to take a little while
It was not just about brushing and flossing
That Petra had neglected to do
But her sugary addiction
Had helped in her tooth decay too
Th dentist took some impressions
And gave Petra’s mouth a good clean
She was advised not just to clean the outside
But all around, underneath and between.
It was too late for poor Petra
To save some of the teeth that she had
She had to make some appointments
To remove the ones that were bad
Several months later and Petra is glowing
Her smile now so fresh and so bright
She cleans her teeth like an expert
Even the ones she takes out at night!
Images Courtesy of Sandra Dorey
Today we are combining One-Liner Wednesday with Just Jot it January.
Life is short, smile while you still have teeth!
Although the above quote makes me laugh, it certainly has more than a ring of truth in it for me. Despite religiously visiting the dentist every six months I have had no end of trouble with my teeth! It didn’t help that in my 20s I still had around 4 or 5 baby teeth with no second teeth to follow.
Bridges, crowns and gold teeth sorted out some of my problems until I ended up with abscesses and infections. Being a heavy smoker for years probably didn’t help either!
Despite giving up the cigarettes three years ago, and still making my regular visits to the dentist, I found out just before Christmas that I had to have another five teeth out, yes FIVE!!! You would think that I would be pretty blasé and calm having teeth out after all my previous experience, but I am a terrible wimp and usually end up shaking and fidgeting.
The dentist got a bit cross with me while yanking out one of the teeth which happened to be a wisdom tooth as I flapped about with my hands as I panicked a bit! He told me off as I could have jerked his hand and caused myself an injury! To be honest, I felt more like causing him an injury taking a load of teeth out, even though it was for my own good! Still, he only took out four in the end, after deciding one of them was not too bad after all.
I haven’t smiled a lot since then, I can tell you!
Further the post I wrote here, my younger sister reminded me of a story that I had forgotten to include, and although it is pretty stomach-churning, it did make me laugh so here it is….
Mum had made a corned-beef hash, which although we didn’t have very often we were looking forward to. Anyway she had left it to cool off on the worktop for a little while. As she was about to dish up she suddenly screeched,
“Where’s me teeth”? She had this little plastic plate with 4 or 5 false teeth on which she used to take out now and again when they started to chafe, and they would sit on the table or window sill, wrapped in a tissue until she needed them to eat! My sister and I searched the kitchen without success, We couldn’t understand where they had gone As a last resort we decided to check the corned-beef hash, as it was not unusual for a bit of fag ash to land up in the food so why not a denture!
As it happened, the teeth were not in the hash, but the obligatory ants were! Yes, they had found their way into the hash that had been left uncovered, and had dived on in! Yuk! That was yet another meal that had no takers, fussy as we all were! Oh, and Mum’s teeth turned up in the kitchen rubbish bin! As a last resort we went through it, and there they were in a soggy filthy tissue, buried beneath tea bags, potato peelings and other assorted nasties. Mum was thrilled, a quick rinse under the tap, and she popped them back into place!
My nephew when he was young, also shared my mum’s casual attitude to dirt and used to love grubbing about in the mud as most kids do, However he liked to pick up slugs and worms as I think he liked their slimy feel. He wanted to share his treasures with the rest of us and would very often come up with us, hand outstretched grasping a writhing creature and say,
” Lug!” he hadn’t mastered how to pronounce his ‘S’s yet, bless him. Myself and my sisters would recoil when he brought the slugs to us for inspection, and would try to swallow the scream, force a smile and tell him how lovely it was. He would amuse himself for some time playing in the dirt, making mud pies, and decorating them with the slugs and worms, singing away happily.
After a while he came up to us again
“Lug!” Only this time there was only a little bit of slug in this podgy little hand; not only that but he looked a bit mucky around the mouth. Yep, he had decided to taste his mud pies, but must have found them rather filling as he couldn’t manage a whole slug! It’s nice to know he has inherited the strong family constitution!