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
“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
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