I don't go to dentists. I grew up in the era of horrible deadenings, slow drills, smoke rising from the depths of my oral cavity, and PAIN.
I've been very blessed with hard teeth. Thank you Mom and Dad. Genetics can be a good thing. (or a bad thing, see previous post)
In the last 30 years I have been to the dentist 6 times, so you know I was concerned when I called and made the appointment for yesterday.
The good news is that my teeth look surprisingly healthy.
The bad news is that every one of my silver fillings has to be replaced due to decay underneath. Thankfully I only have 7 of them. And I have to replace a crown and have one additional crown.
The dentist said that should set me up for the rest of my life.
And it's only going to cost an arm and a leg, a small price to pay for a flashing great smile.
Joni says just do it. No one takes you seriously after your teeth fall out.
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She has a good point? Out of curiosity, did you change dentists?
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