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It's time.
Last night, one of my remaining molars broke whilst eating rice. As soon as I heard it break, something broke within me, as well. I can't articulate exactly what was different this time. After all, this is not a new scenario to me whatsoever. (My teeth have broken at the very sight of certain foods. "He expects us to chew that? Well, we'll show him!" ) Usually when a tooth breaks, I get scared and worry incessantly - dread ensues, with a sense of impending doom. BUT last night it was different. When that molar broke, I GOT ANGRY. I mean ANGRY. Angry because I deserve to smile. Angry because I deserve oral health. Angry with myself for neglecting dental work due to my phobia. Angry because I am educated and capable of reaching my goals. The only thing holding me down is this smile, which disgusts me at this point. I am done. (I swear a clap of thunder was booming outside my window as I wrote that! The atmosphere may as well match my mood, I suppose.) So, first thing this morning, I made the call and scheduled the consultation appointment for full dentures.
It has been a long, difficult road. I have endured 7 extractions within the last year and a half. (The most that I've had extracted at one time is 3, btw.) I have been conscious through each of them, and I have survived. I have 17 enamel-clad enemies left to battle. . .and I have made up my mind - THEY ARE LEAVING THE PREMISES ASAP. My dental phobia is still intact, very much; but my health is more important. This time, I'm ready. This time, I'm angry enough to do something about it - permanently. "This time, it's war!" (Thank you for the tagline, Aliens)
I'm finished with:
(1) Chewing strategically to avoid pain - which is not always possible
(2) Hearing the next tooth cracking
(3) Being ashamed to laugh w/o covering my mouth
(4) Thinking "I could do (fill in the blank), but my teeth..."
(5) Worrying that I need to keep antibiotics on hand in case of an abscess
(6) Not smiling.
My consultation is Tuesday, June 15th, 2015 @ 10:30 a.m. I plan to record my experience here, step by step. Hopefully, I can be of some use to another human being who is going through this horror...
Last night, one of my remaining molars broke whilst eating rice. As soon as I heard it break, something broke within me, as well. I can't articulate exactly what was different this time. After all, this is not a new scenario to me whatsoever. (My teeth have broken at the very sight of certain foods. "He expects us to chew that? Well, we'll show him!" ) Usually when a tooth breaks, I get scared and worry incessantly - dread ensues, with a sense of impending doom. BUT last night it was different. When that molar broke, I GOT ANGRY. I mean ANGRY. Angry because I deserve to smile. Angry because I deserve oral health. Angry with myself for neglecting dental work due to my phobia. Angry because I am educated and capable of reaching my goals. The only thing holding me down is this smile, which disgusts me at this point. I am done. (I swear a clap of thunder was booming outside my window as I wrote that! The atmosphere may as well match my mood, I suppose.) So, first thing this morning, I made the call and scheduled the consultation appointment for full dentures.
It has been a long, difficult road. I have endured 7 extractions within the last year and a half. (The most that I've had extracted at one time is 3, btw.) I have been conscious through each of them, and I have survived. I have 17 enamel-clad enemies left to battle. . .and I have made up my mind - THEY ARE LEAVING THE PREMISES ASAP. My dental phobia is still intact, very much; but my health is more important. This time, I'm ready. This time, I'm angry enough to do something about it - permanently. "This time, it's war!" (Thank you for the tagline, Aliens)
I'm finished with:
(1) Chewing strategically to avoid pain - which is not always possible
(2) Hearing the next tooth cracking
(3) Being ashamed to laugh w/o covering my mouth
(4) Thinking "I could do (fill in the blank), but my teeth..."
(5) Worrying that I need to keep antibiotics on hand in case of an abscess
(6) Not smiling.
My consultation is Tuesday, June 15th, 2015 @ 10:30 a.m. I plan to record my experience here, step by step. Hopefully, I can be of some use to another human being who is going through this horror...
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