
There aren’t many things in this world I’m scared of. Doctors are one of them. Tooth doctors in particular.
So Natasha had her wisdom teeth removed today. The last two of them. I don’t know the reason behind it, but they had to put her to sleep to do it. So now she’s all drugged up and nauseous and not feeling well.
I had been to a doctor when I was a kid, but my first real visit, with drilling etc., was when I was 24(!). I genetically have pretty good teeth, but that time I really had to go, because I could feel the hole in one of the teeth with my tongue – that’s how big it was.
So now I try to do checkups twice a year, have all of my holes fixed promptly. Every time I go in my dentist tells me that I have very good teeth, all 32 of them, including 4 wisdom teeth; but it seems like he tells every patient that they have very good teeth, so I kinda don’t trust him on this anymore. Returning to the wisdom teeth issue I was told that all of my teeth fit in my mouth just fine and there is no need to remove any of the wisdom ones, but I’ve got this weird feeling that the day will come and my dentist will tell me that it is time to remove them. And I’m afraid of that day and I don’t want it to happen soon.
On the good note: our insurance covers most of the dental expenses, so we are all set there for now. God bye to you all and keep your teeth healthy.