or the view from one of my dentists, at least, and I'm seriously hoping that this was the sign-off visit that it's been heralded as being, and that I never see it again, despite its magnificence. This particular dentist is the surgeon who's been painstakingly replacing the implants that I had done over twenty years ago, and which mostly failed as a result of what was once state of the art surgery - well, not being state of the art any longer. It has been long, and painful, and although this man's actual surgery is impeccable, his manner of treating my mouth has been like having someone rather roughly constructing an IKEA cabinet inside it. But after much prodding, and tapping, and scanning, and X-raying today (and being inadvertently jabbed in the roof of my mouth by one of his assistants wielding a very sharp instrument, which Bled a Good Deal) - we have, in his words, reached the end of the road, in a good sense. So it's back to my wonderful regular dentist for the rest. This called for some soft, gentle lunch: may I recommend the true ambrosia that is an Erewhon rice pudding?
I'll miss the view, though ...
As someone who was also cursed with bad teeth (a combo of genetics, stress-grinding, and sugar addiction), I completely sympathize. Congrats on reaching the end of the road!
ReplyDeleteAh, genetics, more genetics, and English dentistry, on my part, to begin with - then amplified by stress-grinding. I've been known to chew through a night guard in my sleep ...
ReplyDelete