So. I actually wasn't going to write about this. I was just going to act as though it wasn't happening. But seeing as that would be lame and also seeing as I don't think anyone that I know in Real Life besides those that already know have read this...I'm over it.
Tomorrow I am going to get two teeth pulled out. (My #9 & 10...for those of you involved in dentistry) One of the front ones and then the one to the left (my left) of that. FUN TIMES RIGHT?!?
Cliffnotes of WHY: Summer 2001 I was at stunting at cheer camp. Girl comes down...elbow connects with mouth...teeth in hand...tears...panic. The doctors/dentists just shoved them into place and said in awhile I would have to look into something more permanent. It has been awhile.
Rundown on PROCESS: Teeth pulled by skilled oral surgeon. I am out cold. I wake up with "partial" in my mouth...fake teeth. In February I go in and they put in implants....some time later I get fabulous new porcelain teeth. We are looking at about 6 months of this.
And I just typed it out and it seems like words. Seems like a diagnosis for someone else. I want this to not be a struggle for me. I want it to be an inconvenience that I am able to deal with. DAMN. I want it to not happen. I really do not want to be bitter at the beginning of 2006.
So for the record...
<---this is my smile. We'll call this the before picture.