I give up. I’m raising the white flag where my teeth are concerned. I did it. I made an appointment. Tomorrow – 1pm. I’m seeing a dentist about getting dentures.
My previous dentist told me he wouldn’t pull all my teeth. He’s an ass. He doesn’t have to live with upper teeth with roots that extend up into his sinus cavity so that every time he has a tooth problem, his sinuses flare up, and every time he gets a cold, his teeth hurt. He doesn’t have teeth cracking and falling out of his head in chunks.
And I’m tired of it.
Not to mention, I’m turning 45 this summer, and unaddressed dental problems influence heart disease.
Not to mention, if I could chew some fresh vegetables, I could eat healthier and maybe lose some weight. Yeah, that’d be good.
So, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get a bad case of sticker shock when he tells me how much money I’m going to have to spend to be able to chew a carrot, but if I decide to hear, instead, how much money I’m going to have to spend to be free of this chronic pain, I’m sure the figure will seem much more manageable.
Funny how that works.