The Fireworks that are my Teeth.....

I finally got up the nerve to go to the dentist for the first time in about 10 years. One of my front teeth was abcessing, so I figgered it might be time to see someone. Dentist agreed and said "out with it" and 2 others. So, last Monday I had 3 teeth pulled. A few more have to go, he said, and "they're just waiting to explode." Yay. So now, I am missing my 2 front teeth, which probably suits my heritage(Hillbilly outta Kentucky)just fine, but I don't care for the look myself. I have a temporary dental appliance called a flipper, on the way. So soon I'll look like a Yankee again.

Oddly enough, there was no post-extraction pain. Which means I now have a nice stash of Darvocet. I also have to decide whether or not I want implants or partial dentures. Gaaaak to both, and I'm having trouble deciding. Dentures are disgusting, and so is the thought of someone drilling into my jawbone.

Then we start on the long and expensive road of getting the periodontal disease under control, and replacing missing teeth. Saving the ones we can, and getting rid of the ones we can't. See kids, when you don't go to the dentist for a long, long time because you don't like pain, your teeth will become painful, and you'll have to go to the dentist.....the circle becomes vicious quickly.