Fillings

I hate dental work. Totally enjoy the cleanings. But hate the other stuff. As I was concerned, I ended up with three spots in my teeth that were concerning enough to warrant fillings. The ones on my teeth are only ever between teeth where they touch one another, because I do a great job taking care of my teeth, but got some bad genes. Frankly, my oral hygiene is probably among the best in the world. So, I shouldn’t have cavities, and yet there they are…

Anyway, I got the three fillings. One seems mostly fine, another okay, and the third is driving me nuts. Flossing hurts and feels like it is catching a shelf. The floss shreds partly every time I try that spot. And my aligners still haven’t gotten back to fitting on my teeth fully up top, which is where the fillings all happened. What’s more, they all are the wrong texture. They aren’t tooth texture like my teeth and my other fillings. So, my tongue rubs them all day long, driving me nuts, making it feel like junk is stuck to my teeth, but I can’t get it off.

So, even after making them adjust them a bunch the other day for shaping, I’ll have to go back and get them to do even more. Which is the most frustrating part, I think. They’ve messed with my mouth. Things don’t align or feel the same or correct anymore. And yet they always seem to end up frustrated when I want them to get it back to the right size and shape and smoothness. Sure, they’re happy to help initially. But my fillings are always harder ones to manage, and the matching color makes it pretty much impossible for them to see anything off about them. And only my tongue can truly say what’s wrong and where. But it doesn’t point very well. Or pinpoint at all. So, I usually get flustered and feel like the problem child because I can feel the massive differences and I know things are still off. If I were allowed to fix it myself, I probably could. But having to explain it to someone else for that resin to do it is always a hassle. And that someone else always gets annoyed before the end. Like the other day. I knew they weren’t right yet, but I could tell they were better enough for me to stand them for a few days or so. The dentist and assistant were clearly a bit frustrated – which, frankly, I don’t understand… do they not learn in dental school that work fillings just will take lots of editing in the end? Is this a new concept for them, a filling not being perfect right off the bat?

Anyway…

God, help my teeth to be comfortable and beautiful and functional for me, please. Help me to see clearly your will in my life and to do it with grace and ease and confidence. Keep my husband safe, please. Make me and the baby well. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024