I'm leaving a part of me in Anza Borrego...literally. While camping here one of my teeth began to hurt incredibly bad when I bit down on anything. After living with it for 3 days, I found a dentist and had it extracted. You may wonder why the dentist decided to pull it rather than fix it. I had two baby molars that never had adult teeth develop under them. I've known my whole life that these teeth would likely give out at some point because they weren't meant to last beyond childhood. This one lasted until shortly after my 40th birthday. Here. While boondocking outside a tiny desert town surrounded by mountains, 2000 miles from home. Awesome.
Was the dentist older than dirt? Yes.
Were his hands shaking as he worked on my tooth? Yes.
Was the root of my tooth fused to my jawbone and incredibly hard to get out? Yes.
Did the dentist chip off part of another tooth trying to remove the bad one? Yes.
Do I have pain medicine in my system and feel like I'm floating as I write this? Yes.
I am a wife, mother, and exercise physiologist with one foot in the world of travel and one foot in the world of fitness. This blog is a mixture of travel adventures and wellness topics that affect women and their families. We've travelled, first in our Airstream and then in Australia, while attempting to balance work, life, health, and relationships. It's been an amazing journey so far. Join me as we navigate new places, adjust to small spaces, and meet new faces.