Of Stupid Teeth, Hair and Husbands

Last year I went to the dentist and wound up racking up a $3,000. dental bill, of which I have only succeeded in paying about a thousand dollars off on a dental credit card. I couldn’t afford a six month check-up so I went on my year anniversary. I knew something was wrong with my teeth, they always hurt, especially when I wake up in the morning.

No cavities, everything looked good but I explained my problem to the dentist and although I think I do not grind my teeth at night I think I clench them, I know I always sleep with my mouth closed. The dentist pointed out to me that I had chipped my two front teeth and that my canine teeth were flat and not pointy the way they are supposed to be. It’s not awful, you would only notice it if I pointed it out to you, but I had noticed my slightly chipped teeth before.

The dentist said I needed a night guard and yes you could buy one from a pharmacy but they don’t feel right and people end up not wearing them. I know that’s true because Grant wore one for about two days before tossing it. A custom-made one costs about $500.00. He said that I am literally breaking my teeth and a broken tooth costs a lot more money to fix than five hundred dollars.

And so, with the check-up, X-rays and custom night guard I spent about $800.00 today!

And then went on to spend $19.00 on a haircut I couldn’t afford either but needed. I hadn’t had a cut since April. I’d been wearing it curly and putting it in a headband but yesterday I tried to blow it out to make it look nice so I could look halfway decent for a birthday party Tyler was going to and it looked like crap.

I asked Grant, “Does my hair look bad?” and making the ultimate husband faux pas, he said, “Yeah, it really does. I think you should put it up in a ponytail.” “I can’t believe you said that, don’t you know you’re not supposed to say things like that?!” “I’m sorry, I’ve never told you that you look bad at any other time ever. I’m sorry!”

I put my hair in a pony tail. “How does it look?” “It looks nice!”, Grant said brightly. Stupid husbands.

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Emily Cullen is a pen-name. I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system. I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills. In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.

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