Clean, white, stellar

In the dental hygienist's chair: that's me supporting C's head from behind

C. had the full dental hygienist treatment yesterday and I'm patting myself on the back. Her last one was only 6 months ago (I wrote about that visit here) and I've never managed to bring her back so soon.

We were disappointed that the clinic's dentist wasn't in, but at least C. now has a magnificently clean, white set of teeth. And, for what it's worth, the hygienist assured us that she didn't notice any cavities.

True, C. never smiles, other than in the midst of a seizure, and only eats mashed food. So it's fair to ask "Why bother?"

But it's nice to know that at least some part of her is stellar.

Come to think of it, so are several others:

• her long, thick locks which she wears in an enviable braid
• her svelte, shapely figure - so svelte it's almost 2-dimensional
• her high cheek bones and pretty facial features
• her keen hearing

The hubby remembered to inquire about C.'s teeth grinding which strikes us as frequent. But everything is relative: the hygienist told us that C.'s doesn't rate as serious. She treats patients whose teeth have been thoroughly worn down sometimes to the gum. They aren't even candidates for teeth protectors because they remove them.

By the way, this clinic is exclusively for patients with cognitive disabilities.