I was dreading my dental appointment on Tuesday. As it turned out the broken tooth under my wobbly crown came out easily, the denture was fitted straight away and it looked just fine. I was beaming when I came out of the consulting room, MrFF who was there to drive me home said he hadn’t seen me so happy in a while.
I needed only one paracetamol that night, there was no bleeding and as instructed I slept with the denture in place which wasn’t exactly comfortable, I might have drooled a bit.
Wednesday evening I decided to take the denture out for cleaning and to sleep without it. Think again. I had been shown how to remove it, hook a finger nail at the top of the false tooth and pull down. I could only move it a fraction of an inch before it was stuck solid, after a few frustrating attempts I gave up. I tried again this morning with the same result so I phoned the dentist and got an appointment this afternoon.
Even my dentist had trouble removing the denture, eventually it pinged off towards the back of my tongue, I had to fish it out and hand it over. He’s taken a little off the sides of the plate and it doesn’t feel so tight now, in fact maybe it’s a bit slack, goodness knows when I’ll be eating mince pies.
Still, it’s not forever. In 4 months time we’ll laugh about this. I misread the scales this morning thinking I’d put on a pound, in fact I’ve lost another which makes 12 pounds lost in total. Don’t start calculating what I might weigh in 4 months time please, I am trying to be positive.
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