Teeth

I’m honestly sitting here trying to work out the logistics for a free dental clinic at the end of this month. I need to be there at 5:30am, but Mr. Something needs to use his car to get to his internship, and my car is broken, so I might have to take a bus so I can go get free dental care at a sports arena.

That makes me sad.

I hope I can get seen at this clinic; I’m developing some lovely cavities on my front teeth that are making me self-conscious about smiling. Plus, one of my incisors is mostly just bonding, since I broke it when I was in 8th grade, and I don’t want to have to get that redone. A few more months, though, and I can say goodbye to my nice smile and relatively okay-looking teeth. I brush, I floss, but it helps to actually go to the dentist. The last time I went was five years ago, when I worked at a coffee shop and had dental insurance. No cavities then, but times have changed.

The news of this dental clinic made me tear up with happiness this morning, even though I feel a little pathetic about the situation. Could this really mean that I get my cavities fixed? For free? I am overjoyed to sit in that plastic-covered chair and say, “Ahh,” despite my lifelong fear of dentists. I’m at the desperation point where I welcome the things I once feared.

Bring it, dental health care professionals. I have some interesting teeth for you to drill.

UPDATE: My friend offered to carpool with me. :) Sometimes things work out, I guess.

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