TEETH in Postcards 4

Those are my teeth…before crowns or the many fillings to follow.

Despite my mother’s urging, once I got braces, I didn’t brush my teeth. By the time I got out of the army, I had a row of cavities across the top of each tooth. Vaguely Grand Canyonish. Only in the 1980’s did I find a dentist that was willing to deal with my alcoholic, addict teeth.

By the time I left this dentist who didn’t take my insurance, he was angry with me every time he saw me. “You need a cleaning, and you need an implant,” he told me. He was very right, but I had been in a nursing home for months.

The Doctor who did implants was in the new dental office yesterday. While G was getting half his teeth cleaned deep cleaned by digging and scraping and lazering, I was getting an implant. If I showed you the X-rays, you would be appalled as am I. That was the easiest extraction I have ever had tho. Out came the broken tooth. Amazing. I go back in a month for a Post Op checkup. By then I too will have half a mouth of teeth cleaned at a time, and should be ready to go.

Working Comic Con without a front tooth.
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• Himself: Games all day. Cooking too.
• Myself: Slept until lunch. Musta been the pain pill.
• Reading: Nothing I can concentrate on.
• Watching: It was on.
• Photo: Top: 1969, bottom 2019.

• Gratitude’s: For that easy extraction.