Unfortunately, the teeth came in and the dentist wasn’t pleased with them. I didn’t get a chance to see the teeth, because they were sent back to the lab for correction. My new appointment was now September 14.
Again, it was hard to contain my excitement as my appointment to get my new teeth approached. The plastic on the roof of my mouth very nearly drove me to become an alcoholic. Just kidding. Seriously, though, it was a very aggravating and annoying part of having a denture that was not affixed by implants and thus was free to bob and weave inside my mouth.
September 14 was here. I was in the dentist’s chair. He brought out my new teeth. Oh, I’m in love. The teeth were highly polished and shiny. The teeth were a beautiful shade of white (#59, if you’re interested). The teeth were gorgeous and looked just like teeth. Natural teeth. Real teeth. Wonderfully straight and white and shiny natural and real teeth. And there was no plastic piece to cover the roof of my mouth.
But the excitement of getting my permanent upper teeth was over-shadowed by what had to take place at the appointment. There was unscrewing of healing abutments, screwing in of connector abutments, use of a torque wrench to tighten the abutments with just so much force, the teeth being taken out and put back in to get the alignment of the implants, three rounds of keeping them in my mouth with some awful crap that smelled and tasted just like acrylic fingernail stuff,
snap-ins that were too tight and had to get yanked out, blah, blah, blah.
Okay, I think you get the point that I was having a total pity party here. Let’s move on to happier times.
