Oh I wish I'd looked after my teeth!
The title here of this blog is taken from a poem by Pam Ayers.
"Oh I wish I'd looked after my teeth."
I'm not sure if I could have taken better care of them anyway.
Your teeth and eyes and everything else are inherited genetically.
So my poem would be titled "I wish I'd inherited better teeth!"
If you are of a squeemish disposition regarding this kind of subject
I would advise you to "look away now"
My top-right teeth are no longer with me. Receding gums and endless
infections saw the ultimate end of them.
I have a set of replacements aligned on a quite big plastic palate.
Which I cope with really well.
But to dispense with the plastic palate we need something else.
I'm going to have titanium bolts put into my upper gum.
They will have a kind of press-stud arrangement on them so that I can press on
a half horse-shoe attachment of artificial teeth (the same as I have now) but without
all the over-palate structure for support and suction.
I joked with Simon my dentist, that he'd need a 6mm masonry drill with hammer action. I also laughed and recommended that he should use a few pilot holes first, using gradually larger drills.
To my amazement he said that ( "hammer-action" to one side), that is exactly what he will be doing.
Once he's drilled the holes, he will then use a self-tapping screw to drive the bolt into my skull.
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