I have terribly crooked teeth. I’ve had them my entire life. Because I enjoy stereotyping, I like to blame my British ancestry. When my sister was very little, I bit my arm and cried and told my mother that Melina bit me. 1. I don’t think Melina even had teeth yet. 2. My front two teeth basically made an X when I bit anything.
I have a great fear of dentists. My very first visit to one was when I was relatively young and I needed a filling. Terrifying. We made the rounds through various dentists that specialized in children’s teeth. I particularly remember one hygienist handing me a toothbrush and standing me in front of a mirror so she could watch me. She kind of scoffed and told me that I don’t know what I’m doing. I had to hold back tears because tough girls don’t cry, even when an adult makes them feel bad.
I ended up going to a dentist near my home for years. Maybe ages 12-20ish. He was great and never hurt me, even when he pulled one of my teeth. It didn’t help my anxiety, though. I basically hyperventilate until I’m in the chair, and then I just sit there shaking with sweaty hands for pain that doesn’t really come. Except one time. He took on a partner who gave me a filling and hurt me SO BADLY. Then at the end of it all, she told me I was going to need a root canal, anyway, so that was pointless.
I had really, really bad self esteem almost the entire time I was growing up. I didn’t take care of my teeth. I barely even brushed them in high school. It was bad news.
I went to one of those newfangled dental spas (TVs! Waterfalls! SEDATION!) today for a cleaning that was about three years overdue. My teeth that I thought were forever stained because of coffee and tea and not brushing? They’re not stained at all! My teeth were just that gross. No matter how often and well I brushed, I could never get those bad boys cleaned. I just needed a pokey stick! Thankfully, I only need two root canals, one being the one that the terrible dentist filled, and a filling. Being the optimist I am, I expected to have no less than 13 cavities and possibly half of my teeth removed.
I’ve been looking into getting braces because the novelty of my snaggletooth has worn off. The dentist recommended just getting my front four teeth capped instead of braces, which would end up with me being creepy 32-year-old braces woman.
I’m going tomorrow to start my teeth whitening. In twoish weeks, they’ll sedate me, canal those roots, fill that cavity, and cap my teeth. All in the same day.
I’m going to have straight teeth for the first time in my life.
It’s going to cost about $4,300, but I think it’s going to be way worth it.
It’s been a long process of bettering myself, conquering my fears, and making my life better. Going to the dentist today was such a big step for me. Please be proud, blog.
PS. I turned 27 yesterday and it was one of the best days ever.