Halloween came a tad bit early for me. Totally unexpected, I might add. And I realize that it seems to be the reason why I couldn’t bring myself to blog till now—it really does take time before one can accept the fact that she’ll be losing her teeth. All of them, except one.

I came to the dentist with only one shallow intention: I just wanted to have my bridge fixed. It was protruding in an ugly way, so I wanted to make it look better in time for my wedding. When my dentist was examining my teeth, he was already telling me that there was a chance that he might have to remove the teeth where the bridge was hanging on to. You could just imagine how nervous I was. If he removed those teeth, I’d be left with only one tooth.

Upon the removal of the bridge, I could see from the look on his face that I was in for the worst: I’d lose all my teeth at the age of 25.

I really could not understand why this had to happen. I told my dentist that ever since I lost some teeth and had to have partial dentures and bridges, I’ve been doing my best to take care of the remaining ones. I brushed my teeth and partial dentures regularly, and made sure nothing got stuck in between when I’m eating. I don’t chew gum. I don’t even attempt to bite hard food. So what went wrong?

Apparently, I lacked nutrition. It was the lack of calcium and vitamins that made my teeth extremely brittle. My workaholic schedule didn’t help too. And to make matters worse, I don’t drink vitamins regularly.

So there you have it. I now have an early and natural Halloween costume. It’s a good thing I work from home, else, going out in public would have been torture. I can’t even bring myself to look in the mirror.

A face with no teeth isn’t really that much of an issue for me (I’ll just be in hibernation here at home for the entire week till I get my dentures on Saturday). I can even tolerate the pain (I’ve gone through worse, actually). But the unbearable part of this ordeal is the fact that I can’t eat decent food.

Ever since last week, I haven’t had a decent meal. All I’ve been living on were soup, mashed potatoes, oatmeal, and more soup. Whenever my family eats lunch or dinner, my dad makes it a point to tell me that they’re going to be eating so I’ll have the option to eat my soup with them or just have my food in the computer room. I always choose the latter—it’s a real torture seeing but not being able to eat the yummy food my dad cooks.

I read in one of my sister’s teeny-bopper magazines that when you’re dieting, it doesn’t hurt to give in to your cravings once in a while—a little bit of that sinful chocolate cake won’t hurt. At least you’ll stop thinking about it and lessen the risk of you gorging yourself and ruining the diet. But in my case, it’s worse.

I can’t even eat anything that requires chewing. They’re not even sinful food!

And worse, I know it’s my fault that I can’t eat anything decent. If I’ve been more conscious about my health, I don’t think I’d lose my teeth.

My only consolation now is that I’ve lost a few pounds. And at the rate I’m going, I have a feeling I’d lose more within the month. Well, at least I’d look sexy wearing my wedding gown. But then, I guess that’s just me trying to make myself see the good out of this torturous ordeal 🙁