When the dentist came out of his hole to do his exam, he said the same thing. I told him I was unaware of this new discovery his team has stumbled upon. Dr. Toothenberg said, "You may be doing it while you're sleeping." Then as he glanced at my arms hanging out of my tank top he added, "You may be doing it when you're lifting weights and not realizing it." These were both very good theories. But I knew right away what the true cause was and is.
I don't grind my teeth in the conventional headgear requiring sense of the term. I have a tic that involves my teeth. Actually it's not just one tic. It's a whole gang of them.
So, when I got home from the dental fiasco I took a long look in the mirror. It's amazing I hadn't noticed this before. The dentist said I had done considerable damage to my teeth. He told me I have already worn away quite a bit of the tooth and its enamel. He suggested I be aware of the grinding and put an end to it. Easier said than done, doc. And the mirror that cannot lie clearly pointed out that my front teeth are a mess. At a glance, they look fine but upon closeup, mirror-type inspection it's all right there to see.
Basically years and years of tooth tics are ruining my teeth. I go through phases, of course. Sometimes I don't bother with my teeth at all. And sometimes I chop away at them. Needless to say after that visit to the dentist chair the demon within decided it best that we choose a nice selection of teeth grinding tics to concentrate on for the next few days. Man, I went at these teeth hard, too.
I even invented a few new tics just for fun. I attacked my teeth so badly in the next few days that I had trouble opening my mouth to talk or eat. My jaw ached so badly.
Serves me right for going to the dentist. I should know better.
