Yesterday I went to the dentist. It’s been a long, time I’ll admit that, but still I was surprised by what happened. See, for the past 33 years I’ve been proud of my strong chompers. I’ve never had a cavity and never had any problems with my teeth (except for some orthadontia as a kid.)
It’s been about five years. The last time I went to a weird dentist in Pleasantville, NY when Jake was one. I specifically asked about a certain funny-looking wisdom tooth, but he assured me it was fine.
Wrong. So wrong.
As it turns out, I have to have my two wisdom teeth pulled because they have a lot of decay. In addition, I have five very small cavities that need to be filled. To say I was upset is putting it mildly. I wanted to cry on the way home! I go back on Friday for my deep-cleaning and then I’ll start making the appointments for the other stuff. I could deal with the fillings, but yikes — I’m so nervous about getting my teeth pulled. I had four molars pulled when I was in the 7th grade before I got my braces, so if I could do it then I know I can do it now, but… Now I also have three kids and a home to take care of. Hopefully the extractions will be easy since the teeth aren’t impacted or anything, and that will mean an easier recovery. But still. Way to start the week.