I was supposed to walk out of the dentists office wearing my flipper (prosthetic, partial plate, fake teeth, whatever) yesterday, That didnt pan out. After being in the chair for something like two and a half hours, I felt it prudent to relieve myself before venturing out into the newly sodden environment (the aftermath of the Great Phoenix Storm of 14). A funny thing happened while doing so. A huge blob of blood dropped out of my mouth, grazing my shirt on the way down. I finished my business (anything worth starting is worth finishing) and went back out in the lobby and let them know things werent well in Chinatown. So it was decreed that the flipper was the culprit, and that I shouldnt wear it for another 24 hours. Which was interesting, because they initially told me not to remove it for the first 24 hours because Id likely not be able to get it back in. Well, the 24 hours expired, and with a bit of trepidation I stuck the flipper in my mouth. It has a pressure point thats painful, but I think the issue is surmountable. In general, its not too shabby. Its not horribly different for me, in that my tongue isnt complaining too much, and its not overly intrusive. (And Ive had a flipper before. This one is _much_ snazzier.) Also, words with s or f in them are now rendered in a much more suitable manner. So yeah, I think I can live with my new little buddy for six months, until the whiz-bang permanent replacements can be installed. The interesting thing? I lost three actual teeth, the flipper has four teeth. LOLWUT? #9 was long gone, #8 & #10 went bye bye yesterday. I never had a #7. So whoever made the flipper made it with #7#8#9#10. So now I have four teeth where I used to have three. So five or so months from now Im going to have to decide if I want three or four teeth there. Decisions, decisions.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 22:25:56 +0000
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