The Boisvert Life

I soooooooo don’t like going to the dentist.

It might have something to do with the fact that I have had the worst teeth in creation, ever since they first came in. I unfortunately inherited my mother’s very large teeth, and my father’s tiny jaw, posing the obvious problem that I have too many teeth, and no where near enough room! I’m missing like eight of my permanent teeth now because they had to be ripped or cut out when I was young, so that they weren’t all sticking out at weird angles and such!

Ask my closest friends and family, and they’ll tell you, with great humor, about how strange I looked in my preteen years because my upper canines came out through my gums, well above the rest of my teeth, making me look like some sort of freaky, prepubescent vampire! As if a preteen doesn’t have enough awkwardness in appearance to deal with! It’s a miracle I turned out as emotionally and mentally stable as I did! (Hey, no smirking!)
So, needless to say, I have a slight dislike of going to the dentist. That may be why I haven’t gone in about 6 years, since my Mom made me go at the end of high school! I know, I know….that’s really bad. So, I finally went in last week, and man, I almost wish I hadn’t!

8.

Now, depending on how you look at that number, it may not sem like an abnormally large one, but when it’s in terms of CAVITIES, it IS!
8 CAVITIES!
No, I’m not joking! They said I brush extremely well, but the fact that I don’t floss has allowed cavities to form between the teeth! I now have to have two seperate appointments where needles will be plunged into my tender and sensitive gums, my eyes will well with tears, just like when I was enduring the torture when I was little, and I will have the centers of 8 teeth drilled out and filled in with foreign material.

*whimper*

Maybe this will finally teach me to floss!