“I got some teeth today, oh boy …” (Imagine John Lennon droning the words.)
All the ones you see there on the bottom are not mine. They are only temporary. Annie’s kayak coach, Alan Anderson, who in real life is a dental technician and denturist, slapped together an acrylic plate with 8 teeth, slightly askew to mimic my previous set. They work fine: they keep my tongue and lower lip apart, they shine a bit when I smile, and I can now eat a PB&J sandwich without using a fork and knife.
I haven’t tried an apple yet, but I fit right in on Hockey Night.
I won’t go into all the little annoyances which go into wearing this prosthesis. After all, it is only temporary. Over the next 12-24 months, my oral surgeon will be grafting bone, rebuilding my gum line, inserting titanium screw bases, and placing permanent implants for another gleaming new smile.
You can bet I will be keeping them away from pickup tailgates.
Whew! – I must say that I am relieved. Up to this point I was concerned that the accident had done major damage to your mustache/goatee. However, it looks like all is well on the facial hair front.
P.S. As always I am glad to hear that the healing over the rest of your body seems be be progressing nicely.