Friday, June 22, 2007

And nothing but the hole tooth...

“I am sorry, but it is always a problem for men with facial hair.”

“I actually trimmed it last night, knowing I was coming here today.”

“I’m glad you did. I don’t know how we’d have coped if it was any longer.”

My dentist is trying to pick bits of dental putty from a few of the hairs that got coated when I bit down into the mould for the impression to be made of the remaining bit of tooth that’s been prepared for the crown. I begin to wonder whether it’s the same stuff women use to wax their bikini lines and if I’m going to end up with some bald patches on my upper lip.

With the hole now ready for the pin to attach the crown to, when I return next month I’m hoping I should finally stop looking like I could have been cast as an extra in “Deliverance”.

I’d assumed I would get some kind of temporary plastic tooth or something until the crown was ready, as this has happened in the past. But then it was a long time ago in the past, back when NHS dentists were the norm rather than the extremely rare exception, and they had the same budgets to spend on you as their private patients.

Having already experienced 2 months with the gap I daresay I’ll cope for a few more weeks, but I was surprised that the hole wasn’t even plugged for the duration. It looks about the perfect size for a piece of rice or sesame seed.

However, stranger revelations have occurred since I got home.

Whenever a dentist is drilling deep into an upper tooth, it feels like a few millimetres further and she’ll be entering your brain, but of course that’s just a ridiculous fear.

And yet… and yet…

I thought I’d try taking a photo to see if there was anything there. Could this be an opportunity to see what’s going on inside my own head?

You might not see much in the first photo, but do click on the 2nd for a larger image of when I zoomed right in. I’m not sure, but I think I can almost make out something. If I can just figure out what it might be, perhaps it will give me a clue as to what my subconscious is really up to.



A window into my subconscious? Click for a larger image
A window into my subconscious? Click for a larger image

26 comments:

Fat Lazy Guy said...

Haha! Nice pictures :D

How'd the dental putty come out, by the way?

savannah said...

bless your heart, sugar...but that was so not right..you KNEW i couldn't resist looking!

Kanani said...

Ha!
It's like those stories we'd hear as children, "digging a hole to China."

Now that's odd. They didn't cap the hole?

Kim Ayres said...

FLG - slowly and carefully

Savannah - I'd have been disappointed if you hadn't

Kanani - I thought it was a bit odd too. I'm just hoping she feels it doesn't matter for a couple of weeks, rather than she forgot.

Mary Witzl said...

What's worse than dentists leaving a hole is when they fill your tooth too full and then let you go around with that in your mouth. This happened to me once, back when I was a willing guinea pig for dental students to practice on (not being able to afford the real thing), and it was no joke -- I couldn't eat!

Jen said...

And they always say the EYES are the window to the soul.....

Kanani said...

I think you should plug it with bubble gum.

Or maybe Dr. Maroon could engineer something!

Brave Astronaut said...

Ah, you and your Photoshop. I hope the flash didn't frighten the hampster running on the wheel.

Remember, heavy is the head that bears the crown (or something like that).

Does this mean you will always look like your nodding at people?

Carole said...

Your mind mind boggles the mind. Funny stuff Batman

Eryl Shields said...

Kim, you're as mad as a box of frogs.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

It's a mutant liquorice allsort! Try, if at all possible to flee from your tooth-hole!!

Jeff said...

Kim

Hang in there buddy it will be over soon....some day over a pint we can share dental stories. That is a blog story I have not told yet...

Peace

Kim Ayres said...



Mary - each time I have a filling or some kind of change to my teeth, it takes so long to adjust that I can't help but think about these body-swap films - like Freak Friday or something. If I suddenly ended up with someone else's mouth it would take me weeks just to figure out how to talk properly and eat without biting my tongue, lip or cheek. So bugger knows how long it would take to coordinate an entire new body

Jen - no, it's always been the teeth

Kanani - Maybe I could ask Dr Maroon to engineer one with a built in light, so I could read at night withour disturbing my wife. Maybe even install an MP3 player...

Brave Astronaut - I've read your comment about 16 times now and I still can't make out what you're trying to say. Take the pills and try again after an hour.

Carole - so which superhero/heroine was/is your favourite?

Eryl - is that a little mad or a lot mad?

Sam - I'm running as fast as I can, but the bugger seems to be keeping pace

Jeff - guys and dental stories - puts women and birth stories to shame. How many pints of blood did you lose...?

Carole said...

I guess it would be Superman but to tell you the truth, I love them all.

PI said...

That's spooky! I think it's disgraceful that he didn't give you a temp. I hope you moaned at him, but then again who dares when one is in their kingdom - with all those implements of torture. Good job you have no vanity!

Conan Drumm said...

Yarrrh Kim, that's just perfect with the eye patch and bandana.

Eryl Shields said...

I guess it depends on the frogs. Then again the very notion of frogs in a box is quite a lot mad, I think, as frogs don't genereally live in boxes. But, for a french chef maybe it wouldn't be mad, indeed no different from having a box of carrots...

Brave Astronaut said...

If one gets a crown put in the front of their mouth and crowns are heavier than normal, would that lead a person who has a crown in the front of their face (as opposed to the normal location of royal crowns) to struggle with an uncontrollable need to nod one's head forward?

Twas a bad joke that was clearly "lost in the translation" - i.e., I sucked at trying to make it.

Having just left the dentist this morning, I am pleased to report a clean bill of health, for now.

Kim Ayres said...

Carole - I'm sure somewhere on the web someone will ahve created a personality profile for people based on who their favourite superhero is

Pat - I have far more vanity than anyone should be allowed. This is one of my ways of coping with it.

Conan Drumm - that is like sooooo last month

Eryl - you have an avatar! Woohoo!

I think I'd rather be as mad as a box of frogs than a box of carrots, anyday.

Brave Astronaut - aha, now it makes sense. My apologies for being so slow on the uptake. Glad to hear your teeth are OK.

ADW said...

I hate dentists. It's a fraudulent irrational loathing, but it's there nonetheless.

Kanani said...

Oh...I can't wait to see if you can get that little figure to dance. Perhaps an avatar?

I'm going on vacation, Kim. Will be back next week. I'll be missing everyone in this blogosphere, especially the bunch from Scotland.

Kim Ayres said...

ADW - There's nothing irrational about my fear of dentists - the sadistic bastards of my childhood ensured that even today, when I'm delighted that my teeth are finally getting seen to, there's still a part of me that wants to run screaming from the waiting room.

Kanani - Hope you have good time!

Attila The Mom said...

Aiiiighhhhh! Ok, now I'm going to have nightmares. LOL

Christina said...

Haha, it is good to beback home and catching up with your blog again:-)

BStrong said...

You won't be able to drink through a straw with your teeth closed anymore.
Greeeeeeeeat,a bearded Irishman Batman. That just screws things up for me.

Kim Ayres said...

Where did the Irish bit come into this?