4 months outta blogosphere.
Tons happen in 4 months.
"If you were my daughter, I'd like to have the most predictable outcome for you."
A predictable outcome costs $25,000. That's for braces and 5 teeth implants to fix my falling baby teeth issue.
And $25,000 is... astronomical! I'm a poor kid. A $25,000 smile. Is it worth it? At first I thought, "NO!" I can live without that. That amount of money can easily get me an eye job plus a nose job. Or whatever other job. I can even get a 2nd degree, or a masters, or a phD. Or, I can feed the multitudes starving in poverty in 3rd world countries.
And even if I had that money, wouldn't feeding the multitudes somewhere be more meaningful than spending it on my smile?
I can still eat. Yeah, it feels different. But I still masticate my food sufficiently. Yeah, I can still enunciate my consonants relatively distinctly. It's just... having missing teeth isn't the most attractive thing you know. To begin with, my original set of dentition isn't already the most dazzling one.
So, here comes the offer. For $25,000, the dentist would fix my missing teeth, and would be missing ones... and correct the un-pretty ones. And fix my bite problem and what have you.
That, he plans for his daughter. But I'm not a dentist's daughter.
Perhaps, I'd reconsider his offer when the rest of my baby teeth drops and threatens the way I masticate or communicate.
Eh dentist friends, what's your take?
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