I've got an appointment to get the sorry remains of my tooth looked at. It's a dentist that everyone at work recommends, so... that's, um, good...
Did I mention that I have nightmares about my teeth? Because I do. Frequently.
I rarely have nightmares. It honestly takes a lot to really scare me. Horror movies-- not a big deal. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-- loved it. I have no lingering fears about serial killers, or stalkers, or snakes, or sharks, or getting lost, or the boogie man, or the melting faces from Raiders of The Lost Ark or anything.
But I have nightmares where my teeth fall out. They get loose and fall right out, or they just shatter. Um, KIND OF LIKE THE OTHER NIGHT. Because then what happens when your teeth break or fall out? THEY DON'T GROW BACK! Cut your hair, it grows back. Bruise or scratch your skin, it heals. Break a nail, it comes back. Lose a tooth as a grown up? It's gone FOREVER. And there's NOTHING you can do about it, except pay to have some polymer slapped on there. Polymer that's just going to shatter in five years when you're just sitting there, minding your own business.
And then there's the stigma. "How can you NOT still have all your teeth? What did you DO to them? Did you not take CARE of your teeth? Do you have a HYGEINE PROBLEM? YOU ARE A FAILURE AT LIFE, ANDREA!"
*sob*
They're all going to know... they're ALL going to know I didn't... floss... regularly...
*sob*
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I used to have teeth-falling-out nightmares, too. Strangely enough, they sort of dissipated at around the time that I started to require increasing amounts of dental work. I used to hear that dreams of falling-out teeth had some kind of symbolic association with transition into unfamiliar phases of life (recalling the unease of losing one's first teeth as an impressionable youngster). In my own case I think it had more to do with lack of financial stability. Now I have a really good dentist, and another crown, while unpleasant and not cheap, is not going to be the thing that throws me into a financial tailspin -- which I think is why I don't have dreams of spitting broken teeth into my hands anymore.
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