Let me start off by saying my grille is far from jacked up. I've reaped the benefits of modern dentistry, yes I have: regular checkups, orthodontia, brushing, flossing, you name it. But I've always had this... thing... about my two front teeth. They just never seemed to fit in with the rest of my teeth. A little too big, a (tiny-to-everyone-but-me) gap that braces never did fix.
Notice that I'm talking about these teeth in the past tense?
That's right: I'm buying in to the beauty myth. With "buy" being the operative word. After careful consideration ("I think you should do it," said the dentist. "Okay," said I), I took the plunge.
I'm currently in temporaries, which is a little bit more involved than taking a pair of fake boobs for a spin in terms of commitment. I'm ashamed to admit I did roughly 30 minutes of homework on this before going in to have things kicked off. Ignorance is bliss, and after seeing one set of "during" photos I decided to err on the side of bliss. Besides, hey, nitrous!
Did you know they grind your teeth down before putting on crowns (we won't get into the mechanics of my bite here, but the short of it is that veneers were not an option)? I did not. No no. I probably knew it intellectually, I mean I did do research, but still. I was just not prepared for the reality of it. And I thought briefly of stopping the whole thing, but that wasn't until after things had already started -- you know, the point of no return. So, in for a penny, in for a pound, I figured. Oh, and did I mention that in order to balance out the two teeth I'd actually be fixing four?
And now here I am, 10 days later, picking out Model Teeth from magazines per the advice of my dentist. To me this feels like I'm walking into a plastic surgeon's office, asking for some famous person's nose. It's creepy on so many levels to think that I get to choose what my teeth will look like. My dentist is so casual about this you'd think I was going in for a haircut instead of something so permanent and so much a part of that far-too-important first impression. Is some of her manner just an attempt to calm me down? No doubt.
In some ways I feel like I'll be less "me" when this is done, even though that's not the case. It's a tremendous amount of cash I'm sinking into this project (since when is my mouth a project?), too, even with the benefit of dental insurance, and it's sobering to be able to place a retail value on my vanity.