Avoiding the dentist.....

Growing up I never minded going to the dentist... Straight teeth, no cavities.... When I was 19 I was told I had my first cavity... Not just 1, but 2!!! Pinpoint little things that were blamed on my soda consumption... Since then it has been a downhill battle! Between brushing, flossing, picking, and mouthwash twice, sometimes three times, a day they won't stop "breeding"!!!! Back then I had also been told that I was "special & lucky" and did not have a single wisdom tooth... That turned out to be a crock because I actually have 3.. That are sitting sideways toward the rear and one toward a tooth... UGGGG!

Last year I had to go in for a major toothache... While I was 7 months pregnant and on blood thinners. Low and behold my tooth had chipped and needed to be pulled.... Off the blood thinners for a few days and into oral surgery I went. Anything to get rid of the pain that quickly consumed my entire head. After several injections of the local numbing medication, the surgeon began the extraction of my far back, bottom, right molar... In midst of his pulling it happened... The electricity in HALF of the entire damn city went out!!! A yank, hard contact with my top teeth, and part of the tooth broke off leaving part of it still in place. If I could have walked out knowing it would not hurt even more the next day, I would have. Headgear light in place, he dove back into my mouth with the pliers and pulled the rest out. OMG that sucker was huge! Yes, I brought it home to show the husband and man-child, emphasizing his need to brush well daily or the pain and surgery would be what he would go through too. 

Then a phone call with mom happened... Come to find out her side of the family has BAD teeth, period. Grandma had den hers by 30, everyone else before 40 except for her, she only had few teeth removed... Not what I wanted to hear... 

In May, while munching away on some seafood at a local fair, another back tooth decided it need to break off too. Somehow I didn't even realize it until we were done eating (NOTHING crunchy inside ANY of the food). As we were walking and looking at crafts my tongue scapped across something sharp. WTF is that?!?! Husband took a look, ranted about my horrible teeth and I stood there confused trying to figure out how the hell that happened!!

Had I seen the dentist since it happened...? NO... My last experience has left me avoiding them more so than our oldest does with taking out a dirty diaper. Until this past week... PAIN!!!! I knew what would have to be done, there was no filling that could properly fill HALF a damn tooth missing... So I caved, made an appointment and my fear was confirmed... Far back, top left molar (#15) is scheduled to be taken out in 2 weeks... Until then if the pain comes, I can chew on some Vicodin.... But more than likely will just complain about it because I hate taking meds unless they are to fight off an infection or it is the only way I can function (i.e. pain meds after c-section were a must for a short period of time).... If you're lucky I may share a photo of #15 after she's pulled out... ;)