"Everybody's got a breaking point, when shit sickens them so much that they just have to act. Risky plan? Yes. But pressure will force you to take risks. It forces you to do a lot of things."
Steve Murphy, Narcos
To my surprise, the dentist I visited happened to be an Australian man with a Hungarian name. What a coincidence I thought, since I myself am a Hungarian. We had a little talk about this detail and then the examination started. First, he blew a blast of cold air onto my teeth in order to identify possible sensitivities. Boy was it sensitive, I almost jumped out of the chair!
As a result, I had been diagnosed with five cavities that needed to be filled with large inlays. The dentist, supposedly being a holistic practitioner asked me about my dietary habits. He was specifically interested in whether I indulge in the consumption of sugar. I honestly told him that I did not had a sweet tooth, in fact I preferred salty food. Even after a series of additional questions, he still concluded that my cavities were likely a result of excessive sugar intake.
On my way back home, I was thinking about the dentist's words with unease. I genuinely believed that sugar couldn't be the reason for the cavities since I barely consumed any. Little did I realize at that moment that this perplexing dilemma would lead me on a painful discovery, that would forever change my life.
The following week, I was at the dentist's office again, this time for my first treatment. The first anesthetic injection did not numb my gums, so he administered two more. Finally, the numbness took effect, and he started to drill. I was visibly nervous, with sweaty palms and cold fingers. Despite the anesthetic dose meant for a horse I was in unbearable pain! Meanwhile, my dentist reassured me that he was almost done but he just had to drill a little more because the cavities were so deep.
When the drilling finally stopped the dentist wanted to show me the result of his work so he handed me a mirror. When I looked in the mirror I was overcome with horror. He had drilled away so much there was barely anything left of me teeth. As I sat there, trying to recover from the pain, I couldn't help but feel like a helpless victim. Why did I get this cavity? Why me? I was not happy with the result, but I did not know what to say, let alone able to talk. Then he asked me if he can proceed to place in the inlays. Barely being able to move my jaw I motioned with my head that he can go ahead. He placed the fillings in my teeth and casually added "So, we both agree it was due to excessive sugar, right?"
As I was walking home I couldn't help but think that I should've slapped him for his stupid comment about the sugar. When I arrived home, I shared the whole dental ordeal with my ex-wife. I told her that I believed there had to be a better way to naturally cure my teeth, rather than the painful drilling and filling. I opened my laptop, went to Google and typed in "cure tooth decay naturally" and stumbled upon a book titled "Cure Tooth Decay" by Ramiel Nigel. I made the decision to order the book but I told my ex-wife that I had no mental focus nor emotional capacity to read it because of all the pain I had to go through. I asked her to read the book for me and give me a summary once she was done reading.
In a couple of days she had already made her way through half of the book, and assured me that I don't have to return to the dentist and we can heal my teeth naturally with proper nutrition. The notion seemed almost too good to be true, so I had to read the book for myself. As I was going through it I realized page after page how much lies we were told by the medical system. Everything we knew about dental health had been carefully fabricated to financially benefit the dental profession. I also discovered that our teeth have the innate ability to remineralize and remain free from cavities through an organic, wholesome diet.
Ramiel's book is based on the wisdom of a forgotten dentist named Weston A. Price. Dr Price had made a striking discovery that the deterioration of the dental health of his patients was due to modern diet. As a solution to the problem, the book compiled a traditional meal plan based on the research of Dr Price, which I decided to follow religiously.
I was so determined to heal my teeth that I committed to making a weekly pilgrimage to the London Farmers Market in order to source organic, locally-grown produce. It took a whole Saturday morning to travel to the market, pick the right produce and return home. The journey took more than an hour just one way, and I had to change public transportation twice with heavy, full bags. It was a pain. And I did it week after week, without a break. You see, you need to be at a breaking point to take action. There is no way around this.
And there is the payoff. I gradually started to forget about the painful tooth. It no longer hurt, and I felt fine. Not only that, the organic food tasted so much better, and I felt I had more energy overall. I also made new discoveries about produce that I did not know from before, got to know gourmet and artisanal food and basically became a foodie. I went from excruciating pain to joy and pleasure in a matter of months and never looked back.
