I've been single; I've been married; and I've been divorced. I've been a good girl who made bad choices, and I've been a bad girl who made good choices. That's what this blog is all about.
Monday, June 10, 2013
A Little Long In The Tooth (Literally)
Last Wednesday, I bit into something and chipped one of my front teeth. I made an appointment for the dentist that afternoon, not wanting to wait and make it worse.
My dentist is a lovely young Vietnamese woman. She fixed me up like new (actually better than new), but she also admonished me that my two front teeth were "worn" and they would continue to chip unless we did something about them.
I was curious about what she recommended because she had at one point tried to steer me toward veneers. I had been fairly clear that I really had no interest in what she called "a movie star smile". (To me, the overly white and perfect teeth look like chicklets.) My dentist again mentioned veneers made of porcelain and assured me she could match my existing natural teeth in color. This would be a very simple process and would solve my problem of thin and worn front teeth. I thought about it for a moment and said, "All right! Let's do it."
I went in last Friday and she made a mold (ugh) of my teeth and the proceeded to file the teeth down to about half of their normal length. This required that I get a shot to numb me and I really didn't expect the shot either. (This was a simple procedure, right?) When I saw that the teeth were now munchkin sized, I got a little scared but she assured me that she would make me some temporary veneers until the real ones got back from the lab in about 10 days.
There was another mold taking event that included acrylic stuff that hardened too much in my mouth, got stuck, and had to be chipped out. By this time, I am not much of a happy camper. My dentist was sweating and swearing in Vietnamese by this time because the mold goo and acrylic didn't want to come off my teeth. I was going into full blown panic attack mode. She tried to reassure me by saying "Oh this is nothing!", but I was far from reassured. I could visualize the real teeth breaking off completely with the chips of acrylic.
Finally, she got the stuff off my teeth and she announces she has to make another mold. I asked her if I couldn't just go with the munchkin teeth for two weeks and she said no.
The two hour process was finally over I thought. I sat up and she handed me a mirror. I had two big bunny teeth, about twice as long as my original teeth staring back at me in the mirror! I started laughing (but it was a bit hysterically). She asked me if they were too long and I snorted saying "Are you kidding? Look at these things!". (I think my laughing scared her a little bit!) She said, "Yeah, they looked shorter when you were lying down.) I was sputtering with laughter and thinking I was going to wet my pants.
The dentist filed the teeth down a little and said "How about now?". I took a look and said "Great!" although they were far from great. I now had two long chicklet teeth that both slanted slightly to the right. (My original teeth were not crooked.) I asked her if the veneers would look better than this and she swore that they would. I simply couldn't stand one more minute in the dentist's chair so I said they were fine.
I got home and showed Alex and CT. Both of them said "Oh they look fine!" What liars those two are! I looked like Jessica Rabbit or Bugs Bunny. One or the other.
I was blurting out my tale of woe about the munchkin teeth and such when Alex made me feel so much better by saying, "It's just like getting plastic surgery. You just can't go get a new nose and say that you want your old nose back!"
Now that really helped.
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