I guess you’d say I’m a juggler and a sprinter. I’ve always got my hands full and running around like a madwoman. So it was only a matter of time before my nonstop lifestyle caught up with me. And it wasn’t how I expected it to, either.
I was coming home from a food shop, had a bag with milk and juice in one hand, soups and bread in the other. I saw the door to the apartment complex closing and I ran out to catch it. That’s when I tripped over my own two feet and landed chin first on the sidewalk.
Let me tell you, I did a number on myself. After I calmed down and got an ice pack, I got on the phone and set up an appointment with Dr. Hinkle. They got me in right away, and even though my mouth hurt, their pleasant attitude and compassionate approach got me smiling again.
The doctor said I needed full-mouth restoration, which made me nervous, but I learned that it could be a combination any of these things:
We went over the work I needed, and scheduled each step in a way that fit my schedule and my budget.
Now, I’m able to smile with confidence again. I’m still juggling, but I’m taking a little extra time for me.