My mother is really a bad dental patient. It is a wonder that I ever became a dentist!
Growing up lower middle class with five children meant dental care was pretty far down on the list. She kept her teeth very clean but lost a number of teeth along the way.
I have been her dentist for the past 25+ years. All that she wanted was patchwork dentistry. She is exquisitely sensitive to pain and her son is exquisitely sensitive to her squirming, so giving some local anaesthetic was a traumatic event for all.
Guess what? At 81 years of age she finally got to the point that she was ready to give herself permission to have her mouth fixed the way she really wanted. (It helped that her sister that is 10 years younger had her teeth fixed). So this year we have place several dental implants a number of crowns and porcelain veneers to lengthen her worn off front teeth and get rid of the little dark fillings from between the teeth. Guess how I did it and remained sane? The wonderful world of IV
What this tells me, and what I want you to know, is that if the condition of your teeth are preventing you from smiling, it’s also preventing you from thriving – from being even more to yourself and others – than you are now.