I passed out while shaving and woke up in the back of an ambulance
unaware of where I was or how I’d gotten there.
Hi my name is Mathew Tate. I’m a 47 year old police detective, father of two and have a beautiful 4 year old granddaughter named Madison. Just a regular working guy with a great smile… but it wasn’t always that way, believe me!
I’m going to share how this unbelievable set of circumstances… circumstances entirely of my own creation… took me from bad breath to nearly losing my life… and my journey to reverse years of neglect and create an oral health system so powerful and so effective that it has literally helped more than 11 thousand people prevent and even reverse severe periodontal conditions and avoid true life threatening consequences.
That’s exactly where I was in January of 2016. From simple gum neglect I’d let my oral health deteriorate to the point where I needed surgeries and implants and had even started popping pain killers like m and m’s.
I’m also going to share 3 simple, proven and totally natural techniques that you can use to get rid of gingivitis and bad breath in less than 2 weeks using ingredients you probably have at home right now!
And some critical diet information on foods that are harming your teeth and gums along with foods that actually promote oral health… I’ll show you a simple trick that guarantees fresh breath and an easy DIY tip to make your own all-natural mouthwash – a mouthwash that’s proven to be several times more effective than any store bought chemicals.
There’s a lot more to curing periodontal disease than 3 simple tips, so I’ll make you a deal. You stick with me over the next couple of minutes and not only will I show you how to cure gingivitis but,
I’ll open the door to an amazing and highly effective oral health program
that can prevent and even reverse the severest dental diseases.
Even if you’ve been told by your dentist that there’s a better than average chance you’re going to need dentures… what I’m going to share with you has the power to save your teeth and change the quality of your life.
How do I know?
Because what I’m going to share with you in just a moment did exactly that for me!
It wasn’t long ago that, as incredible as it still seems to me, I almost lost it all because of my advanced periodontal disease. A little over a year ago, my bad habits pushed me to the edge of a cliff… a precipice that threatened to gobble up my job, my marriage and my family…
Imagine that – bad breath, bad teeth and bleeding gums nearly turning the past 29 years of my life into a damned nuclear waste land
I’ve been a cop since my early twenties and although I’ve had some ups and downs, it’s been rewarding.
Like most men who pass 40, I started to slow down. I was working long hours, often odd ones too, and my habits were starting to catch up to me.
I was putting on weight and really starting to feel my age – which nobody in their early 40’s should ever have to say. The problem was that because of my hours, my eating and brushing habits were just atrocious.
For what seemed like years, I lived on fast food, soda, sweet coffee and junk food… As for the dentist? I hadn’t been since my early 30’s!
And let me tell you, that’s a bad combination for a guy watching 50 barrel toward him.
Like most big things in life, my slide down into dental hell and kidney failing nightmare started simple enough. Just some occasional bad breath and bleeding gums. No big deal, I was too busy to worry about it…
Until my wife, Sharon, started to avoid kissing me and our intimate life started to suffer. Until the pain started and yet in my typical stubborn way, I still just ignored the problem. Can you imagine?
I don’t know what it is about us human beings, and maybe men in particular. How we can let something snowball out of control and yet all the time just blowing it off!
I love kissing my wife… she’s got perfect lips and it’s just as fantastic now as the first time… and yet I was willing to let my situation kill that. I’d cover up my own behavior by blaming her. We even got into a few heated fights over it…
And every few weeks or so, the stabbing pain would start… if you’ve never had a tooth infection, it’s hard to explain… imagine somebody shoving a steak knife straight through the center of your tooth and right up into your eye… and then twisting it for hours and hours…
I’m not exaggerating when I say that this level of agony could literally drive a person insane… and despite all of this and so much more… I was just ignoring the problem… hoping it’d go away…
Want to know what my brilliant thick headed solution was? I increased the brushing and mouthwash… even gargled with hydrogen peroxide…
Of course, I didn’t know any of this at the time…
Well, around Christmas time of 2015 things really started to come to a head. There was a big promotion in the department – chief of detectives a position that meant being bumped up to captain also. More money, regular hours and a better quality of life for me and my family!
I have to tell you – it was just what the doctor ordered, so to speak.
For years now, my wife had been pressuring me to make a change.
“This job is killing you, Matt,” Sharon would say, “and it’s wrecking your health… and I’m getting tired of spending nights alone wondering when… or if… you’ll walk through the door!”
I got it, I really did… or thought I did… but there was more Sharon wasn’t saying and I was soon to find out just how strongly she felt about this.
So I applied for the job. I had the time, the qualifications and I figured I was a shoe in.
Boy was I surprised to learn that I was passed over for a younger guy with half my experience! I was pissed! So was Sharon, as it turns out.
I swear, they say that bad things come in groups… and God are they ever right!
It was like failing to get this promotion opened the floodgates of hell and I was doomed to catch every bit of it.
I guess I had blinders on – and my family made sure to tear them off.
All of a sudden… everybody had a problem. There was this… intervention at my house on New Year’s Eve… Friggin’ New Year’s!
I remember it like it was yesterday, too. It was unseasonably warm that New Year’s Eve, maybe high sixties in the sunshine. I was loving it, wearing my favorite Hawaiian shirt and pretending we were in the tropics!
So there I was, kicking back in my favorite easy chair with the living room windows wide open and enjoying a little rum and pineapple… okay a lot of rum and pineapple…
Frankly, rum was my medication of choice. It reduced the pain and, well… for a little while, covered the bad breath… and the isolation that sometimes gnawed at me when even the people closest to my heart wanted to get away from me. Deep down I knew I repelled them… yet instead of really taking responsibility, I blamed them…
Anyway, I was still pissed about the promotion, but the cool breeze coming through the screen and the tropical flavors in my drink were going a long way in making me a little more positive about the New Year…
In walks my wife Sharon. I stood up to give her a kiss with a big smile on my face…
And that’s when the whole world turned on its ear…
“Do you know why you didn’t get that promotion, Matt?” Sharon asked hotly. I swear I saw steam coming out of her ears.
I started to answer but she cut me off. She was a different person, just furious and fed up – so different than the quiet and supportive wife I’ve known for almost thirty years.
“It’s your damned teeth!” She blurted, “Your corpse breath and your ugly smile, Matt. I’m sorry but that’s it. I talked to Steve Foster the other day and he told me the truth.”
I was stunned! What was happening here?
“Haven’t you even noticed?” Sharon continued on her rampage, “why I hardly ever want to kiss you anymore, or why we haven’t…” a hitching sigh, “haven’t you noticed that Madison never wants to hug or kiss you anymore?”
“I thought it was a phase,” I offered lamely and weakly. I felt like I was in a brawl and losing badly…
“She says grampy’s mouth smells yucky!” Sharon blurted, “Jesus, Matt!”
I just stared at my wife, my son Dave, my daughter Susan and my little precious granddaughter who had her face buried in Susan’s shoulder. I’m not sure they were all expecting Sharon to go ballistic either.
“I’m sick of the breath, I’m fed up with your bad moods… and I’m tired of the drinking, Matt. You’re getting out of control and it’s time you manned up and did something about it. Either you get to the dentist this week and get this taken care of,” Sharon said with cold anger burning in her vivid blue eyes, “or I’m leaving. I will not watch as the man I’ve loved for the better part of 30 years destroys himself because he’s scared of the dentist!”
She stormed out of the room and I swear you could’ve driven a truck through my open mouth.
Let me tell you, I’m no soft touch either. You don’t spend 25 years as a cop without getting pretty tough. But when my wife laid this on me, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. I just stood there with tears threatening to flow over.
Could this be real? Did I really lose a promotion and was I really looking at losing my wife and alienating my family because of a little bad breath and poor brushing?
No… it was also the booze the irritability brought on by pain and it was my almost herculean stubbornness that had grown a minor problem into something monumonumental that could literally leave my wife a widow and my little granddaughter with no grandpa… my heart breaks even now when I think of how they must’ve felt…
Well, as fantastic as it sounds, this was real and I took Sharon at her word. I made an appointment with a dentist for that very week. Surely he’d do a cleaning, chide me about brushing and everything would be cool.
I’ll be brutally honest with you, my friend… one of the reasons I stayed away from the dentist for so many years was that, like many people, I’m deathly afraid of the tooth doctor.
I know, I know… a big bad six foot four cop terrified of the dentist… but let me tell you, I had good reasons.
I got a root canal when I was in my early 30’s. I don’t know if the doc screwed up the nova cane dose or what… but when that high pitched whining drill touched my mouth – it felt like I had been stabbed in the face with a railroad spike.
I hollered bloody murder… and I do mean bloody – blood was dripping out of my open mouth and I literally jumped out of the chair.
I guess the exquisite memory of that pain stuck with me and led me down the path that nearly shattered my life. Even to this day, even after my return from the brink… the thought of going to the dentist’s office is like a cold fist clamping down on my guts…
Can you imagine? Wouldn’t you shy away from the dental torture chamber after that?
Hell… they had to sedate me to finish the job…
But after Sharon’s ultimatum, I bit the bullet and made the appointment…
I guess it was my week for shocks…
“Matt… you’ve got advanced periodontitis. If we don’t do something right now… you’re going to end up with dentures within a year.”
What!?
I needed a root canal on the upper right side, a crown on another right side tooth and one of my lower right side molars was so far gone that I had to get it pulled out and replaced with an implant.
There’s irony for you – I’ve avoided the dentist for 15 years because of needles and drilling in my face sending waves of chilly panic up and down my spine… and now I was looking at the works. Believe me, as that seemingly monstrous nova Caine needle touched my sensitive gums… and that sound… that sound of the wining drill… I cringe just thinking about it…
Well, that’s the day I learned the unforgiving truth about periodontal diseases… learned it the hard way… or almost.
Apparently my gums were so damaged I’d blown right by gingivitis and landed into the far more serious world of periodontitis.
Periodontitis is an advanced form of gum disease that causes horrible bad breath, advanced tooth decay and more…
Much more…
Such a germ factory was my mouth that I was in danger of respiratory infections, kidney disease, oral cancer and who knows what else.
This on top of the real danger of losing my wife and cold cocking my career.
All because of neglecting my teeth?
Now I was facing the rather horrid and I’m not afraid to say, frightening, idea of having all of my teeth yanked and getting false teeth instead!
Despite the thousands of dollars I shelled out, my oral health problems weren’t over. For some reason, I still had pain in my mouth… mind-numbing pain. The dentist had given me a prescription for Darbaset and man did I ever take advantage of that!
It seemed like I was popping pain pills three or four times a day and even sometimes in the middle of the night. At first I just chalked it up to the surgeries… but after a few weeks, things just weren’t getting better.
Little did I know that the periodontitis wasn’t taken care of and I was actually getting worse. I had more bone damage under the gum and an infection beneath the crown. I found this out later on when I was smart enough to go to the dentist again.
I just didn’t want to pay any more money… I was sick over the idea that my dentist and the big pharmaceutical companies were getting rich off of my suffering… sure, I could barely eat at this point and that was tough… I love a good steak but chewing anything at this time was excruciating…
Well… as I mentioned, I’m a cop. I had access to the evidence locker. I’m not proud of this, but I got my hands on some confiscated Vicodin…
You can see where this is headed, right? One of the problem with pain killers, especially the good stuff… is that it puts enormous pressure on your kidneys. In my case, my kidneys were already stressed because of the advanced periodontitis.
I was just pouring gasoline on the fire at this point.
I passed out while shaving and woke up in the back of an ambulance unaware of where I was or how I’d gotten there.
It sounds crazy to think that a little bad breath can lead to so dramatic a story… but it happened and, my friend… it can happen to you, too.
So while I recovered in the hospital, all I could think about was what I’d done to myself and that I might have to start keeping my chompers in a glass next to the bed, something snapped inside me.
I was already at the point where the pain was so intense, I couldn’t eat anything that wasn’t soft… I’m a 47 year old man practically eating baby food! I was now facing the very real possibility of losing my teeth and I almost lost my wife for God’s sake… and to top it off…
I could’ve died…! Died from bad teeth!
I made a promise to myself right then and there that I was not going to accept this fate lying down. I’d do everything in my power to reverse my periodontal disease, brighten up m
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