I am all one for letting the professionals do their thing.. until I begin to freak out.
A month back I decided I was going to get braces put on to correct my wonky teeth. It is something that I have talked about for over a decade and thank goodness for interest free payment plans. I was sick of wishing for it and finally I have bitten the bullet and by the end of the month you can call me Brace-Face.
Braces are cool now compared to when I was at school. I refused to have braces put on when I was in school just incase it affected my social standing. Now days, kids want the full metal and parents can rejoice at giving their kids straight teeth without necessarily forking out for Invisalign or even clear braces. I won’t be committing to a full metal grill for two years though.
Today was the beginning of my braces journey and the part I was the most worried about. Extraction! As an adult, you are more likely to need to have a couple of teeth pulled to make room to straighten you teeth than when you are a child. I needed two teeth pulled and was given a referral to take back to my dentist stating which two had to go before I could get my braces on.
Do you try to make sense of your medical reports and referrals? I rarely do but as the d-day (dentist day) loomed closer I begun freaking out.
What if I get these teeth pulled and then suddenly I can’t have the braces? I would be gap toothed forever.
I have to go to a kindy interview next week, will I look like I had just gone a round in the ring with Ronda Rousey?
To help settle my mind I had to sneaky peek at the referral to find out exactly which teeth were going. No point worrying about things you don’t know, right?
From the referral I had my reference numbers of the teeth that were to go, so I took to google and typed “number code for teeth” and clicked on the first link on the page.
The internet is always right.
A tooth map appeared. I discovered from the Google school of dentistry that I was getting the second tooth from the back right taken from my top jaw and one of my very front teeth taken from the bottom… seemed legit.
Now as I type, I wonder why I ever thought that would be correct. I would be all lopsided at the top and the bottom would have random odd-numbered front teeth.
Knowing these “facts” eased my mind. Yes I was going to have a hole in the front of my mouth for a fortnight but at the time the orthodontist seemed quite concerned with how I would feel about having big gaps in my mouth so it sounded about right.
Today rolled around and I was worried. Two teeth were about to be reefed out of my jaw and I even had thoughts of calling the whole thing off. It was the first time I had been worried about going to the dentist since my school years.
In my lovely dentist’s office I sit in the chair while she goes over the referral. We run over everything that is going to happen and she turns to prepare.
Sweet baby cheeses! What if she takes the wrong teeth?!
Before I can rationally think my nerves speak up “Now, the teeth that you are taking, it is this at the front” as I point to a tooth dead centre of bottom jaw, “and one at the back at the top, right?”
Stoopid! Face palm.
The look of concern on her face said it all, “Is that what your orthodontist said? That isn’t what she has here! Are you sure? These are pretty standard extraction teeth for braces. I might just ring and clarify.”
How do I say, oh no I googled it…
Instead I just mumbled something about me never listening properly anyway and never mind what I say.
Lesson learnt. Stick with the professionals. The Google school of dentistry will get you nowhere!
Do you love or loathe the dentist? Ever had braces?
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