I broke a cap clean off. The post snapped right off, leaving a less than attractive gap in the front of my mouth. The worse news is I need an implant, which will be a 6-month ordeal before my periodontist can install a new tooth.
I’m not happy!
As I left the periodontist who will perform the extraction and implant, several thoughts came to mind.
First, I actually found something about COVID and mask-wearing to celebrate. Crazy, right?
Second, I thought about how I would have reacted to this 10 or 20 years ago. I’m sure I would have had a nervous breakdown about the horrors of a gap in my smile.
Third, while I acknowledge that I have a face built for podcasts, I started to think about recording and the problem of enunciation;
Lastly, I thought about Zoom meetings and my “situation,” especially scheduled presentations.
Here’s where I came out…
I am comfortable enough in my skin to not get hung up with the physical impact.
While I was provided with a snap-in “appliance” to fill the gap, speech is challenging. I must practice diligently to adapt to this thing in my mouth.
I also dragged up the mental image of my grandparents and their “partials” in the glass next to the bed (the stuff of nightmares to a kid). OH, THE HORROR!!
The fact is, shit happens. You can freak out or you can deal—it’s a choice. Life happens with all its challenges and the same choices apply.
I’m doing my best to just deal. While I don’t want to wish the next six months away, I do look forward to this being a distant memory.
