On Monday, I begin a grueling process.
The dentist terrifies me.
I have been to them a lot, but the fear never goes away.
Most people see this:
I see this:
Let me give you a little back story here.
I have had bad teeth since my adult teeth came in.
Something about my enamel not forming properly and being super weak.
Yada, yada, yada.
In essence, I have been tortured by dentists for years.
Root canals, extractions, fillings, more root canals and more extractions.
All dentists have brought me is pain.
Dentists just take my teeth and my money.
So, much like my grandmother before me, I have to get a partial denture.
My grandmother had all of her teeth removed in her 40’s because she was tired of being in pain.
I, in my 30’s, am at the same crossroads.
My mouth is a CONSTANT source of pain.
My teeth break. (Not like I have many left anyway)
It is hard to eat.
I just can’t take it anymore.
However, I am still scared.
I am scared that I am not going to have lower teeth for a couple of months.
We’ve all seen those “Actresses without teeth” pictures.
That is how I am going to be for the next 2 months.
Although, she probably still looks better than I will.
I am scared of how this will affect my parenting.
I’m going to be in pain.
I’m going to be grumpy.
I’m going to be hungry. (Oh yeah, liquid diet here I come!)
I am scared of the financial burden.
This is a BIG one!
Why the hell are dentists so expensive?!
So, there you have it.
I’m scared and I think I have every right to be.