My family is straight outta South Carolina and hella country. Not quite The Hillbilly’s but they possess many of the same qualities. Never went to the doctor because Cod Liver Oil cures all, eating parts of random animals that you should never eat (a soup made out of pig's brain...REALLY) and the worse of all the process of pulling a tooth.
I wished that my grandma followed the movies and how cool they made it look; you know tie a string around the tooth and attach it to a door. But no, she would tilt your head back with a forceful left hand while wiggling the tooth with her right. I use wiggle very lightly. She used all her strength and if it wasn’t loose she pretty much made it. If tooth only gave the slightest budge she would say “this tooth is loose.”
THIS WAS NOT GOOD NEWS!
Instead of allowing the tooth to naturally fall out; she would firmly grasp it, twist it ONE good time and YANK it out of your mouth (give me a second, I’m having PTSD just thinking about it).
I concluded that I was NOT about this life and put together a plan. Anytime a tooth was about to come out I wouldn’t say a word and kept my grandmother far away from checking my mouth. While it cured my fears. It also created a problem. My teeth weren’t coming out on their own. This caused my teeth to grow on top of each other.Read More