By Elizabeth Davies
The most expensive thing I possess is not my Karen Walker necklace, or my air compressor, it’s not even my hot pink 1993 Nissan march.
It’s far more personal than that. My most expensive possession, by far, is my teeth.
Throughout my life my parents have given me a number of amazing gifts. There are one or two however I wish I could give back.
My mum gave my eldest sister and I a special gift. We have a hereditary condition that means we are prone to gum shrinkage and bone loss.
This means that if I want to keep my teeth and maintain the privilege of eating solid food, they require regular deep cleaning.
Not only does this process hurt like hell it also costs me a week’s wages. As a self-proclaimed master of procrastination, I obviously put this off for as long as possible and feel guilty every time my gums bleed.
I have 28 pearly white traitors living in my mouth, determined to financially ruin me. Not to mention the four wisdom teeth lying dormant, preparing to break through when I’m at my poorest. Every vague toothache is a threat of financial ruin.
When my sister discovered her condition she had to have an $1,800 operation, for which she had to borrow money. She went to our family dentist and was assured that her follow up would be free of charge. When she went for this check-up however the dentist gave her a bill for $300.
He insisted she pay the bill and threatened to take her to Baycorp if she refused. She called our Dad and tearfully expressed her frustration.
Dad wrote one email, expressing his anger and disappointment at the way my sister had been treated. He was emailed an apology and my sister didn’t hear anything more.
While she was relieved the situation was dealt with she was still angry. She felt the dentist was taking advantage of her due to her age and financial status, or lack thereof.
She was left with no doubt that money and age directly translate to power and respect in the same way that youth and pennilessness seem to translate to vulnerability and desperation.
When forced to fork out for dental work you discover there’s no such thing as cheap dentists, only bad ones, as one of my best friends found out the hard way.
She had to get her wisdom teeth removed immediately. Being broke and desperate she went to a back alley dentist and got the procedure done on the cheap without anaesthetic. In her case, being poor was literally painful.
Her dodgy procedure resulted in an abscess, a trip to A&E, an IV drip, a terrifying experience and one massive bill.
Finances play a part in every aspect of my life. Having to miss a gig or skip a friend’s birthday dinner can be slightly depressing but realistically it’s not a big deal. However when it comes to my health my lack of cash is not so easily dismissed.
I’m left desperately hoping that by the time I have a full life and career to sink my teeth into, I still have some teeth.
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*Elizabeth Davies is a 23 year old post graduate journalism student at Auckland University of Technology. She lives with her partner in Epsom and spends her free time refurbishing vintage furniture and attempting to bake while fighting a daily battle against her bank balance. She writes a weekly article for interest.co.nz on money matters and financial struggles from a young person's perspective.
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