Recently, I bit down a bit too hard on a candy cane and I felt a strange sensation. My mouth was suddenly filled with a substance that was more like small gravel or sand than a candy cane. I knew that gravel wasn’t on the list of ingredients, which meant something I dreaded much more: One of my molars was broken and the pieces filled my mouth. Ouch!
I’m obsessive about my brushing and flossing, to the point of pride. But, little did I know, deep in the recesses of my #18 molar, insidious forces were at work. Painlessly and silently, tooth decay destroyed my dental pride from the inside out, and made a dent in my bank account. What does this have to do with elevators? Find out here!