I had not assigned a gender to my teeth prior to this post. For all I know, they are girly teeth–but the point is I got my new long-term temporary obturator today, and it includes facsimiles of my dearly departed molars. I’m sure it’ll take some time getting used to having teeth up there after so many weeks without them. It will take time for the whole apparatus to feel like it belongs there. The body doesn’t always make friends with the new kids right away, but my doc made many adjustments to my new BFFs so they would feel as close to normal as possible. The best guess is that I’ll get the final version in about six months when everything should be healed.
This is happy news on a couple of fronts: it will certainly mean more food options (including cheesecake), and will perhaps stop the biggest problem I’ve had with liquids. My five year-old grandson thought it was a pretty neat trick when I demonstrated my version of a spit take, but I’d be happy if I never had to deal with that embarrassing side effect again. Time will tell, but I’m hopeful for now.
I’m so glad to be one step closer to being healed. And as soon as alcohol doesn’t sting like the dickens, I’ll drink a toast to the boys.
As the song says:
“That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won’t be long
It won’t be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again
The boys are back in town”
And one more: a tune by Louis Armstrong and Irving Fields, featuring Dr. Teeth (who else?) and something good to eat.