something's missing...

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If you've been reading my blog for any length of time,

you've probably realized that I'm rather a girl of few words.

I prefer to let the pictures do the talking with just a wee bit of commentary sprinkled in.

It's just the way I am, I guess.

 

This post, however, will feature only one pic, and it's not me or anything I made.

(It's Lucille Ball being her hilarious self.)

 

Last Wednesday I lost something.

Well, I didn't lose it,

I brought it home so I could show it to my niece & nephews,

it's just no longer a part of me.

 

One of my front teeth had to be removed.

There. I said it.

Long story short:

The tooth was defective ever since it grew in when I was a kiddo.

It has given me nothing but trouble ever since.

Recurring infection, a root canal, & one other oral surgery later...

my body finally decided the tooth no longer deserved to be a part of me...

because of this the bone part of the root had started to break up,

and the gum, with less & less to hold onto, started to recede so...

the gimpy tooth had to go.

 

Eventually, I will have a permanent implant.

But, I had some bone loss which they are fixing now with some bone grafting.

I know, feel sorry for me. ;)

Actually, that part isn't really as bad as it sounds.

They just packed some grafting powder up there.

When they first mentioned bone grafting I envisioned part of my elbow

or something being cut out & transplanted into my mouth.

 

So, now I get to wear a temporary false tooth on a retainer type thing.

(The call it a flipper. That doesn't sound very technical to me, though.)

Thankfully, they did a wonderful job matching my other tooth.

I think it looks quite natural!

(I'm actually wearing it in the previous post. See if you can spot the imposter! hee hee)

I wouldn't say it's comfortable, but it's not unbearable either.

I think my speech is only slightly affected.

I've learned I shouldn't chew gum while wearing it...

and I'm not supposed to bite with it.

It's all fork & knife eating for me. Very proper!
You want to know what I really miss?
Biting into a perfectly toasted English muffin.
All wonderful with little lagoons of melted butter.

 

 

I was ever so nervous in the days leading up to The Extraction.

I loathe having work done on my teeth.

(Probably since I've had so much of it!)

I've been known to be so tense I hold my breath...

and pass out.

{Embarrassing.}

 

Thanks be to God, on the actual day I felt remarkable calm.

My family were all praying for me

so I have no doubt that was the source of the blessed peace.

 

There was really no pain to speak of.

Apart from the initial prick of the anesthetic needle.

The tooth came out very easily & all in one piece.

(Thanks again, Lord!)

 

I felt all of seven years old again.

Unable to properly make 'f', 'v', & 'th' sounds.

(By the way, 's' is no trouble at all, so the song

"All I want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth"

 isn't accurate. Just sayin'.)

 

This whole process will be months long.

At first, when I didn't realize how long this could take

I joked that it was too bad it wasn't closer to Halloween.

Just think of all the great costumes: Pirate, Hillbilly, Hockey Player...

It was just a joke, but now it could be closer to reality.

(So be sure to tell me if you think of any good costumes.)

;) haha!

 

Well, I'm not really sure why I felt the need to post about this.

Hopefully I didn't make anyone ill.

(Maybe I should've put a warning at the beginning.) :P

I guess I was just thinking how this is a pretty big...

gee, I'm not even sure what to call it...

Trial? Experience? Occurrence?

Well, let's just say it's kind of a big deal in my life right now.

I thought maybe it would be good to share it with my blogging friends.

 

So, if you've made it this far thanks for listening. :)

You're a peach!