I’ve been waiting for approval from my insurance to get a lower partial denture.  My teeth are in rough shape.  One of the front ones has been loose for months.  I finally checked with them because I haven’t heard anything and they’ve approved the procedures but in the meantime, my tooth had gotten worse.

2 nights ago it was really sore, about a 7 out of 10 on my pain scale. Took a painkiller yesterday because I couldn’t stand the pain anymore.  I called the dentist and got in this morning.  Aesthetics be damned, I had it pulled.  I really don’t get out much and should be getting my new teeth in the next couple of months anyhow.  Now I wait to heal and hopefully there won’t be any complications.  Then I can finally eat something that doesn’t have to be cut into bite sized pieces.  I’ll be able to eat a hamburger or a sandwich.  I’ll be able to eat like a big girl.

My anxiety level when I go to the dentist has always been high.  Today it was sky-high and I was visibly shaking.  I get so freaked out from the needles and the pressure they cause when they’re filling or pulling or drilling and did I say the needles?  It seems worse now that I have MBC because I have to tell them and it’s a discussion and they get it.  They just get it which makes me feel really vulnerable and sad.  I get to meet with a specialist and hopefully he’ll put me in the hospital to pull my teeth.  I hate freaking out.