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TEEEEEETH

The new partial is in my mouth as I type. How are my esssses?

The temporary plate I have had for a couple of months made the s-words a challenge. Various tests today (sister susy sitting by the seaside) have shown this new plate to be hiss proof.

And it feels good in there also.

I got a "free" ultrasonic cleaner and overnight bath too. Nice move.

So, we proclaimed ourselves done, Bruno and I. No hugs but some mutual achievement vibes.

It has taken most of a year, more if you count the work I had done on the bottom a couple years ago.

The teeth actually LOOK good. I do not have a toothy smile so it will be a challenge to get them out there for the world to see.

I had a bit of an underbite. Or had. Which is the source of most of the original problem.

The dentist I had as a kid had a cure for the underbite that went around the application of braces. It involved pushing my uppers out with my thumb.

It solved the underbite but it also spread the teeth apart so that over the years the gums got all exposed.

That and a lackadaisical attitude about ever phase of dental hygiene led me to where I am today. Or was.

Smoking, the frequent application of cocktails and straight vodka and the here and there attention to the 6 month checkup did the rest.

So I am grateful to have gotten off so easily. Now, with a mouthful of crowns and other apparatus, my teeth are straight and appear to be the originals even though, by now, there is nothing real about any of it.

They are my teeth however. Even though I had to purchase more than half of them.

The real payoff is that you will not have to hear any more of this saga.

Promise.

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