I’m pretty upset right now.
I finally went to the orthodontist today for my evaluation. He basically said I need a bunch of teeth pulled before they can be straightened, and then if I want I can have by jaw broken and pulled forward to fix my over bite. Thats is of course after 26 months of wearing braces. Sounds gruesome, but it was nothing I hadn’t prepared myself to hear.
Then they sat me down and gave me the estimate of how much it would cost. This I had not prepared myself for: $5800+ dollars. At least five thousand, eight hundred dollars. At least. That is before I go and talk to an oral surgeon about having 6-8 teeth pulled. That could easily raise that another 2 grand.
I thought that sounded fine, I thought “we can do this, there’s bound to be someone I’m related to willing to help.” Of course what do I get from my dad? “Good night! I’m sorry your teeth are so expensive.”
Okay, I didn’t exactly hit him up for money, I just kind of expected him volunteer seeing as this isn’t exactly a new problem. And he has offered to help in the past. And now of course, it’s not only way more money then I could possibly ask for, it’s way more then I could ever afford. They offered payment plans and different options. We could make payments over 18 mos, which would come out to about $300-350 per month. We can’t afford that. We could get a third party loan, but that includes interest, and it’s through a bank. We likely don’t have the credit.
I want braces really bad, and have for years. I want the opportunity to look normal, and was okay with waiting this long. I’m not entirely sure why I never got them as a teenager. I always say “We couldn’t afford them” but thats not the case. We could so afford them. My mom made so much money, always working at least 2 jobs as a nurse during the night shift. She was just terrible with her money. Had she been smarter with it, and didn’t acquire as much debt, I could have had them. Had she been more stable, and had both of my parents put down the baseball bats, put their stupid issues aside and decided to, you know, be parents, I would have had them. It’s not fucking fair. It’s not my fault I’ve had to wait until now. Now that I’m on my own, I still can’t have them. It’s so fucked up.
And I know how my dad sees it. He’s the second most frugal man on the planet, the first of course being his dad. He sees it as “I know you want them, but you can live without them. They’re just too expensive.” Yes, let’s sacrifice your kids happiness and oral health for your money. You have the opportunity to redeem your self old man, THESE ARE YOUR GENES AT FAULT HERE.
I shouldn’t use this as a forum bash my dad. He’s in the hospital again with Diverticulitis. This is the same thing my mom got sick with before she died. Later this summer he’s going to have surgery to resolve the issue for good. I know he’s going to be okay because he takes much better care of himself then my mom ever did. Barnie makes sure they both eat right and go to the Doctor the minute either of them show signs of sickness. I’m still scared for him. I don’t like the idea of losing both of my parents to the same illness within 5 years, it being an illness that shouldn’t kill people.
I have to go give Deven a bath and put him to bed. My brain is tired and my heart is hurting.