Earlier this week, another front tooth bit the dust. If my memory is correct, then this makes Dental Event Number Nine in my thirty-seven twenty-five years on earth. It’s a little bit exhausting. It’s a lot expensive.
I would so like to tell you that I lost this tooth white water rafting, that the waves crashed me up against a mossy boulder and bloodied my nose, but that I am such a good swimmer I dove down and retrieved my tooth from the fish-laden river before helping reclaim the floating oars.
I would like to say that I lost this tooth while doing yet another P-E-R-F-E-C-T back-handspring with a round off when an earthquake hit the farm and I had no choice but to crumble to the ground, face first.
I would like to say that I was wrestling our little buffalo, holding him sternly by the horns, when a hay truck drove past the front gate and distracted us both, resulting in a sudden mouth injury from his massive horns.
I would also like to say that I am kidding, that I did not spend half of my week at the dentist and that we are not lining my mouth with paycheck after paycheck. But none of these things is true. I just felt the tooth (it’s actually a crown, per the previous injuries) fall off into my hand as I was about to take a sip of coffee. Simple as that. Quiet. No blood. No pain. No drama. Also no pity.
It seems that aside from adjacent frustration, losing one’s tooth in no spectacular way begs precious little comforting. Anyway, I am so over this. I am thankful, however, to have the crown reattached now, delaying the pricier and far more painful and time consuming implant process.
This is a first-world problem, as my friend Julia likes to say, so I really should stop with the complaining. I am grateful to go to the dentist and to have a dentist I like so much. I am grateful I wasn’t white water rafting, because being a good swimmer is irrelevant if you are afraid of fish. I am grateful that I wasn’t doing back handsprings when an earthquake hit, because I can just imagine how many stickers I would be tweezing out of my hands. And the idea of me wrestling our little buff is silly. He’s a lover, not a fighter.
I’m also grateful that my dentist is so patient with my neurotic tendencies. I tend to hold onto the chair for dear life and forget how to breathe the second I sit down in that chair. Still, I trust him completely, which makes all the difference. I can’t imagine dealing with someone who doesn’t take the time to talk through every step of the procedure. It’s reassuring to know that some places, like those offering cosmetic dentist henderson, not only focus on the aesthetics of a smile but also prioritize a comfortable, stress-free experience.
You’d think after all these years of regular visits, I’d be over the whole dentist anxiety thing, but here I am—grateful that I haven’t had any surprises like a root canal out of nowhere. And I’m even more thankful for the little things—like how my dentist’s office has the best selection of magazines, which, for some reason, always make the waiting time fly by. All in all, I’ll take a good dentist over anything else, even if I do get nervous about the sound of the drill.
Despite my ongoing dental anxieties, I’ve found that the more I trust my dentist, the easier it gets to face those appointments. It’s comforting to know that there are options available to make dental care more comfortable, especially for those who experience fear or stress at the thought of a procedure.
For instance, if you’re someone who’s hesitant about traditional braces, seeking an alternative to braces can be a game-changer. Treatments like clear aligners can straighten teeth discreetly and comfortably, offering a less intrusive option while still delivering impressive results. Finding a dentist who listens to your concerns and offers solutions like this makes all the difference in creating a positive dental experience.
Happy weekend everybody! Brush your teeth and kiss them goodnight.
xoxoxo
From this vantage point, it’s a little bit comical. Just a little, though. I think maybe because you JUST posted about this last week. I stifled a giggle and I’m *so* glad there was no pain. You have tons of empathy from me. And a snorty sort of giggle.
xoxo
:), not nice, but rather funny. I don’t like to laugh at others misfortune, but then they should not be so funny in re-telling the story. hee hee!
Seriously though. I hope your mouth gets sorted soon.