enJOY it

So.  I actually wasn’t going to write about this.  I was just going to act as though it wasn’t happening.  But seeing as that would be lame and also seeing as I don’t think anyone that I know in Real Life besides those that already know have read this…I’m over it.

Tomorrow I am going to get two teeth pulled out.  (My #9 & 10…for those of you involved in dentistry) One of the front ones and then the one to the left (my left) of that.  FUN TIMES RIGHT?!? 

Cliffnotes of WHY: Summer 2001 I was at stunting at cheer camp.  Girl comes down…elbow connects with mouth…teeth in hand…tears…panic.  The doctors/dentists just shoved them into place and said in awhile I would have to look into something more permanent.  It has been awhile.

Rundown on PROCESS: Teeth pulled by skilled oral surgeon.  I am out cold.  I wake up with "partial" in my mouth…fake teeth.  In February I go in and they put in implants….some time later I get fabulous new porcelain teeth.  We are looking at about 6 months of this. 

And I just typed it out and it seems like words.  Seems like a diagnosis for someone else.  I want this to not be a struggle for me.  I want it to be an inconvenience that I am able to deal with.  DAMN.  I want it to not happen.  I really do not want to be bitter at the beginning of 2006.

So for the record…

<—this is my smile.  We’ll call this the before picture.