I used to have great teeth. And then they absolutely went to shit. (This happened around the time Mandy was born, so I’ve always blamed pregnancy and nursing. I’m not sure if this has any foundation in fact, or if it’s just imaginative fault-finding.)
I kept up with dental work for awhile. But then there were the single-mommy-with-no-dental-insurance years, and it just wasn’t possible to take care of everything.
So, now that I have good insurance, I’ve been working on getting my teeth fixed. Last year, we did lots of cleaning and filling and a ridiculously complicated root canal. This year’s big project is to remove teeth that can’t be saved. Friday, I went to the oral surgeon and had four baddies cut out.