I hope this is the last time I ever type about teeth.
1 year, 7 months and 4 days ago, a very skilled oral surgeon removed my number 9 and 10 teeth (the front left two). Because 4 years prior, they had been knocked out by a very skilled cheerleader.
Since then, I have worn a partial - which is like a retainer with teeth attached. (Also called a "flipper." For obvious reasons - I prefer the term partial.) I wore this as the inside stuff healed. As I underwent surgeries and bone graphing and implant put-ins and implant uncovers and every thing else that equals stitches and bruises.
And all of that has been to get to here.
To today at 1:30 when I got the crowns permanently secured.
And here I am. With what I would not describe as decent. Unfortunately, over the past six years, despite all the surgeries, I lost a lot of bone which means they had to add a lot of artificial gum to the crown. And as fantastic as man made stuff is - it has nothing on what God can make. It is impossible to duplicate His work - as it should be.
So I am not so happy with the result.
This whole time I was so optimistic. I just had to get to the end. At the end, it would all be okay. It is so frustrating to be at the end and not like what it all looks like.
And I really did not even want to write anything about this today. I hate negative blog posts. There is already so much anger on the internet.
But I have to type it out. Because for the past 1 year, 7 months and 7 days, I have kept this blog. It is what I do. It helps me think. And sort out. And deal.
And you all, Blogland, help too. I greatly appreciate the support that I get from you people. For some reason you help me to think positive. You help me to act positively.
I am going to be relying on good thoughts for the next couple days as I adjust to this foreign object. As I start to just move past this whole mess. As I realize that as always - it could be much worse.