Hello all my wonderful bloggy friends. We are still trying to stay warm here in Ohio. More snow fell the night before last so I've been staying inside and keeping myself occupied by making scarves for everyone.
Now on to my personal story. This is one of those things that only close members of my family know. It is hard for me to deal with, it is very embarrassing for me, and very emotional for me. So I need to give you a little background.
First off, I was raised by my mom. She was a single parent for a long time and she tried really hard to provide what she could for us. (Myself and my two younger brothers). He had medical and vision through her job but the dental was too much so my brothers and I never went to the dentist..ever! As a matter of fact, the only reason why we had vision insurance is because my oldest younger brother had very poor vision.
I never had a cavity until I was 17 years old. It formed because something I ate chipped one of my back teeth. I told my mom what had happened and we watched it. It became a cavity, still she couldn't afford to have it fixed. Then it became painful. So we went to the dentist. Pulling that tooth was cheaper than the little bit of drill and fill that had to be done so my mom had it pulled.
So, I didn't get another cavity until I was pregnant with my oldest son when I was 23. I gave birth to him and two months later moved here to Ohio. I decided I would get my cavity taken care of and went to a very reputable dentist in my area. Everyone I talked to sung his praises. I arrived for my 8am appointment on that day and they took me straight back for the initial exam, x-rays, and cleaning. The dentist said he would take care of that tooth and I had a couple others that needed attended to and he had time. So I said ok. He filled all of my teeth, top and bottom on my left side starting with my upper and lower front teeth. I sat in the dental chair with my mouth gaping wide open from 8am until 1pm. I had blisters from the nurses pulling my mouth open because I had it open for so long the tendons were tightening up. The fillings the dentist had put in hurt my whole mouth. I couldn't chew, brush, run my tongue over or anything because the pain was so bad. I called the dentist to ask if it was a normal reaction and he said yes. Worse of all, the tooth I origionally went in there for was still in my mouth.
One month later the fillings this dentist put in started falling out. The teeth would break soon after that. I was mortified. I started having panic attacks and depression so bad because I felt I looked hideous. Worse part is I didn't have any dental insurance so I couldn't have anything done about them.
I ended up having tons of cavities, broken, horrible looking teeth because of the actions of this dentist. I learned how to smile without showing any teeth.
Even more embarrassing is the fact that now I'm afraid of getting the dentures (would love to get implants but cannnot afford them). I'm afraid I will be a person who can't wear them because I will gag all the time. They won't look natural, they won't fit right, the list goes on and on.
So what do you all think? Does not having teeth or having to get dentures at 30 years of age something to be embarrassed about? Does anyone out there have dentures and can ease my anxieties?
Oh and I tried to make an appointment to get my impressions and to pick out the color, shape and all of that stuff but the offices are closed due to all the snow we have been getting. Damned if I do, embarrassed forever if I dont. :p
Now you know my personal story, one truth about me that not too many know about.
Oh yeah I have a good picture for you...completely unrelated to my story.
See the kitty. He is sitting on the roof outside of the window. He is saying please let me in, I am so cold. After I ran to grab my camera I did let him in.
That is all for today my friends. I hope you all are keeping warm. Feel free to leave me comments. I love comments. Until we meet again, Be Blessed.