Wednesday, April 24, 2013
I went to the dentist on 4/19/13 and had my top teeth removed and woke up with a denture in my mouth. Even in my gassed state of mind I knew something was wrong: the denture was so big it wouldn't fit in my mouth, and if I tried to talk it would fall out. The surgeon said my dentist would take care of it on Monday and sent me home that way. Needless to say, I dove headlong into a bout of depression. They were made in such as way that I was forced to remove them from my mouth and then could not get them in without extreme pain from the teeth that were removed. On Sunday I was driving to Mass and was praying. I told God that, as a woman, I was having a very difficult time dealing with this, but in the mean time I would offer up my shame at having to go to Mass with no teeth. I got there a little early, and by the time it was getting ready to start the church was, as always, packed. There was a little room next to me and also in front of me, and a family split up to take the two areas - and of course these people, from the baby who was about 3, all the way up to the adults, had the most perfect, straight, white teeth on the planet. I spent the entire time at Mass sobbing. I guess when I offered up my shame to God, He compounded it to give me something to really offer up. LoL! When I went to see my dentist on Monday he was incredulous that they sent me home with the denture the way it was. He said they should have made corrections to it so that it would fit in my mouth. He was incredibly nice, and kept telling me, "don't cry, I will fix it" . . . "please stop crying, I promise I will make it better." Then, when he did fix it, and I was happy with the final outcome, he said, "if it was me I would have been crying too." The only thing I'm not thrilled about is that I have a bit of an overbite because of the way the bones are. Hopefully, once the bone structure changes this will no longer be an issue.
I haven't felt like doing anything since Friday when I came home so depressed, and I have been drowning my sorrows in Sweet and Salty Caramel Pecan ice cream. However, as of this morning, I am feeling like I am back on track. I started juicing again, and am feeling compelled to exercise once more. Wish me luck that I am able to maintain this re-found motivation.
MY NEW SMILE