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Teeth and stuff

December 10, 2009

I have problems with my teeth.  As in, generally speaking they are major lame. They’re not as bad as my Mom’s teeth by a long shot, but still. Oodles of money and pain have gone into retaining the ones that I still have and attempting to make them somewhat sound and functional (don’t worry, if you meet me on the street I appear perfectly normal, I swear). I have no desire for Piper to go through any dental experiences similar to the ones that I myself have gone through.

So. Why have I not taken my kid to a dentist? I don’t have a good reason. While I have had a lot of dental problems, I haven’t had any really since she was born, so I guess it’s been a bit out of sight out of mind, maybe? Until last Sunday.

After a family dinner out with my husband, kid and in-laws, I realize that there seems to be a sizeable piece of tooth missing from my mouth. It doesn’t really hurt, but still. That can’t be good, right?

Even with everything I have been through as far as dental work (multiple extractions, not limited to wisdom teeth; more root canals than I can remember; various dental surgeries that most people have never even heard of and definitely don’t want described to them, etc) it took me almost two weeks to call for an appointment.  I haven’t even been in for a cleaning since my second trimester. My kid is almost 1.  I used to be there ALL.THE.TIME.  You know how your dentist sometimes refers to your teeth by number?  I used to know the numbers of my teeth by heart and which one had what kind of work and what was up next to get fixed.

How the hell did I let this happen?

I spent a good amount of time thinking about, composing and posting a comment on my friend Mandy’s blog when she was discussing some of the challenges she’s facing getting everyone in the house ready to greet the UPS guy on a regular basis.  Mandy is a SAHM and therefore a lot of the day-to-day challenges we face are different.  But most of them are not.  I wrote her this long comment about how everyone in the family has to be taken care of and blahblahblahphht.  Yeah, I’m a tool.  The whole time I was writing that I had a hole the size of Kansas in one of my teeth and apparently (as I was informed today) a crack in the one next to it that goes shockingly close to the nerve. 

Yes, I manage to get myself, my husband (ok he mostly does it himself) and my kid up, fed and/or caffeinated and out the door by 7:30 most days, but no later than 8:00, five days a week.  And yes, I’m wearing a bra.  But apparently there’s more to taking care of your family than supporting your boobs and reminding your husband that some jeans are for mowing the lawn, some are for work, and none are for both. ever.

So I have this cracked tooth, I have to get a crown (yay money I didn’t have, awesome!) and I still haven’t gotten a cleaning or scheduled a dental appointment for my kid.  I haven’t had my eye exam (although I do hang with a retinal specialist a couple times of year for some super cool histoplasmosis monitoring fun) but made sure that my husband scheduled his.  I have to start doing a better job of taking care of my whole family, self included, before my kid wises up and starts paying attention to all of the crap that I am not handling.  Sure, she gets fed all organic, massaged, lotioned and bathed, not to mention dressed pretty cute every single day.  Meanwhile Mom’s walking around with holes in her teeth and Dad’s going to work with holes in his pants.  Not ok.  NOT. OK. 

I told Mandy that we had a house rule called Everybody Gets to Brush Their Teeth Every Day Dammit, It’s a Right, Like Voting and Free Speech.  I think that maybe we need some new house rules.  Like, Everybody Gets a Pap Smear and New Socks Without Holes In The Toes At Least Once A Year. 

It’s a start.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Mandy permalink
    December 11, 2009 2:36 am

    oh noes! fucking teeth. grr.
    p.s. please blog. please?

  2. Robyn permalink
    January 8, 2010 11:16 pm

    Maybe not EVERYBODY gets a pap smear every year? Can’t the hubs just get an extra pair of socks?

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