Daddy passed away at age 86 with one filling in his teeth.  Mother was not so lucky and had teeth issues her entire life.

Unfortunately, I apparently got my teeth genes from mama, not daddy.

So over the years I’ve had my share of fillings, crowns, bridges, and teeth being pulled.  And a couple of months ago I lost one of my front upper teeth and a big hole in my smile.  Which honestly didn’t concern me all that much, but it meant I was not interested in smiling.  And no doubt, for someone having lunch with me, that was not a pretty sight.

So I begin seeing dentists, of course including the one I’ve used for years here in Montgomery.  In all, got opinions from three.  All said the same thing.  What teeth I still had were all not long for this world and the best solution was to pull them all and get dentures.

The thought of having false teeth was not a good one.  All I could think of was talking to someone and listening to their teeth rattle, snap and pop as we conversed.  Surely that would never be me.  Now I wonder.

But long story made a bit shorter, on April 12 I spent four and one half hours in the dentist’s chair while he pulled the 16 teeth left in my head.  I could have had open heart surgery in less time.

The dentist had some temporary dentures ready and waiting.  He said they normally pop those in as soon as the pulling was complete since this would cut down on bleeding and begin the healing.  That might work for some, but not for me as my mouth was one bloody mess.  It looked like part of a piece of cube steak that had just been beaten by one of those meat tenderizer gadgets.  Touching my gums with any thing other than gauze was out of the question.

So I left the dental office with a mouthful of gauze and headed straight for the house.  The bleeding was not slowing down and I stayed up the entire night changing gauze.  The internet suggested using tea bags for black tea instead of gauze.  My gums apparently don’t read the internet as this didn’t seem to work.  Heck, I was afraid that if I could go to sleep I would drown in my own blood.

Bright and early the next morning I was back at the dentist.  Fortunately, by then the bleeding had pretty much abated.  The dentist said he had never known anyone to bleed so profusely.  Yes, it is great to be an exception to the rule.

Two weeks later and I’ve got a long way to go.  My gums remain very sore. The dentist wants me to wear the temps as much as possible to get used to them.  I can handle the ones for the bottom for a few minutes, but not the top set.

I would kill for a sausage and biscuit.  Two weeks of a liquid diet leave a lot to be desired.  If I never see another bowl of soup, I won’t fuss.  I suck down liquid drinks like Boost and eat ice cream and fruit popsicles. Have been to Waffle House a couple of times to get scrambled eggs and a bowl of grits.  Even tried some baby food.  It is awful.  No wonder babies spit that stuff out.

The plan is that after a few months of wearing the temps, I will get permanent dentures.  I have eight screws inserted in my gums, just below the surface.  (Try sitting in the dentist’s chair while he uses a wrench to work on your mouth.  All I could think about was adjusting a cultivator back on the farm).  Small pins will be inserted in the screws and these are supposed to anchor the permanent dentures–though you will still take them out each night.

I really hate to sound so negative.  But it ain’t easy to be upbeat when you are hungry and your mouth hurts like hell.

First it was hearing aides.  Then reading glasses.  Now false teeth.  What stops working next?  I can scarcely wait to find out.