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Davee
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- Mar 20, 2013
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I think I could live with the fact that I have three missing teeth and six filled cavities. If only my missing teeth were not my front top teeth. I think I could live with the fact that I have gum disease, if not for the fear that my dental flipper is somehow shifting my teeth and causing bone loss. If only I did not have an overbite which has made my flipper fitting not only a challange, but a novel of things that can go wrong.
And what about my horrible "active infection" gum disease? I have 4 mm pockets and a couple of fives. And they have been treated and will be treated again. Is this really the grim reaper of my teeth? Why do my teeth feel so much more sensitive after they treat them with these cleanings? But........my gums don't bleed anymore so that is good right? Isn't that good? Tell me this is good.
I feel sorry for myself. I see perfect teeth everywhere. And in my mind, even crooked, stained teeth that are firmly implanted in someone's jaw are perfect. I am pathetic.
I liked my old life back in which my overbite was cute and people told me I had a beautiful smile. I miss the days before a tumor ate my three teeth and part of my jawbone. I am embarassed that when I read someone's worth dental woes, I think their problems are smaller then mine.
I am kind of proud of myself that I am almost 8 weeks in to this journey and survived. I am glad I had a good day with my dental flipper and think that not everyday will be a horrible pain in the mouth.
I am two months away from a bone graft to prepare for my dental implants. I am one week away for another deep cleaning on my top teeth because the first dental hygenist, per my dentist did a "horrible job" of cleaning my teeth.
I can't dump my old dentist because he has an in-house dental lab and can make a new flipper in a day or two. I am juggling two dentists and hope I don't tick one of them off by this. But hey- If I need another flipper I can't wait weeks for one. I need my teeth to work. Those hated, despicable, precious little plastic teeth.
I am kinder to people because I know that there are some types of pain that people have that can't be seen. I am weirder because today I inspected a patient's partial dentures, wondering if the metal parts were thinner then my acrylic. Should I try to get a tooth supported partial that will help my bone graft and implants heal, or is it even possible? Who knew that one day I would be the sneaky nurse who stalks a patient's dentures?
I am giving myself a break. I am just taking it one day at a time until tomorrow. I will try not to fear that my new composite fillings that replaced my broken silver ones are broken. I know my new clenching teeth habit is probally to blame. I hope to resist the urge to take a flashlight and magnifying mirror to those molars once again before I go to sleep.
I sometimes think that at least I can get dentures if the wheels fall off the bus. Then I remember reading about ill fitting, sore causing dentures and facial collapse. And I get tired of thinking.........
It's only three teeth the rational part of my brain tells me.......the other rational part tells me.......something bad is going to happen very soon.
And what about my horrible "active infection" gum disease? I have 4 mm pockets and a couple of fives. And they have been treated and will be treated again. Is this really the grim reaper of my teeth? Why do my teeth feel so much more sensitive after they treat them with these cleanings? But........my gums don't bleed anymore so that is good right? Isn't that good? Tell me this is good.
I feel sorry for myself. I see perfect teeth everywhere. And in my mind, even crooked, stained teeth that are firmly implanted in someone's jaw are perfect. I am pathetic.
I liked my old life back in which my overbite was cute and people told me I had a beautiful smile. I miss the days before a tumor ate my three teeth and part of my jawbone. I am embarassed that when I read someone's worth dental woes, I think their problems are smaller then mine.
I am kind of proud of myself that I am almost 8 weeks in to this journey and survived. I am glad I had a good day with my dental flipper and think that not everyday will be a horrible pain in the mouth.
I am two months away from a bone graft to prepare for my dental implants. I am one week away for another deep cleaning on my top teeth because the first dental hygenist, per my dentist did a "horrible job" of cleaning my teeth.
I can't dump my old dentist because he has an in-house dental lab and can make a new flipper in a day or two. I am juggling two dentists and hope I don't tick one of them off by this. But hey- If I need another flipper I can't wait weeks for one. I need my teeth to work. Those hated, despicable, precious little plastic teeth.
I am kinder to people because I know that there are some types of pain that people have that can't be seen. I am weirder because today I inspected a patient's partial dentures, wondering if the metal parts were thinner then my acrylic. Should I try to get a tooth supported partial that will help my bone graft and implants heal, or is it even possible? Who knew that one day I would be the sneaky nurse who stalks a patient's dentures?
I am giving myself a break. I am just taking it one day at a time until tomorrow. I will try not to fear that my new composite fillings that replaced my broken silver ones are broken. I know my new clenching teeth habit is probally to blame. I hope to resist the urge to take a flashlight and magnifying mirror to those molars once again before I go to sleep.
I sometimes think that at least I can get dentures if the wheels fall off the bus. Then I remember reading about ill fitting, sore causing dentures and facial collapse. And I get tired of thinking.........
It's only three teeth the rational part of my brain tells me.......the other rational part tells me.......something bad is going to happen very soon.