It’s been an odd afternoon and evening.
I had teeth added, then hair removed.
The
haircut is inconsequential, really. The teeth are the important part.
Over the last two decades, my teeth have been steadily degenerating.
Decaying, abscessing, hurting, being pulled, and in some cases falling
out on their own. Luckily, only one of the ones missing was visible, and
only if I smiled really big.
Last year, I began the process of
repair and damage control. I had a filling done and several stubs of
molars removed. Just when it was time to start the fitting process for
partial plates, I found out my dental insurance had paid out the maximum
for the year. So I’ve been chewing without the aid of molars for a year
now. Apparently, through my employer, I have really great medical
insurance, but very mediocre dental insurance. Which is part of the
reason I’d put off dental care for so long. A lot has been paid out of
pocket, but it’s become necessary. At any rate, I’m getting it finished
now.
After several “fitting” sessions, I brought my new teeth
home with me today. I love the fact that I’m going to (eventually) chew
normally again, and that I’ll look somewhat “normal”. Well, as normal as
I get, anyway. I understand that it’s going to feel odd, because I’ve
gone years with most of those teeth missing, and now it feels like
there’s something in my mouth. I understand that’s going to make me talk
funny for a couple of days. (Please: hold all the Daffy Duck jokes….)
Here’s the odd thing: when I chew with my
teeth, I can feel the pressure. I know teeth don’t have sensation, but
maybe it’s vibration or pressure transferred to the root nerve or
something. The artificial teeth, however, are totally freaking weird.
They push down on the food and there’s just this odd, disjointed
pressure on the gums. It’s a completely different feeling from “normal”
tooth sensation. It’s kind of how I imagine it feels to walk on a
prosthesis. You wouldn’t have normal sensory input from the foot, ankle,
calf, and knee. You’d just feel pressure on the bottom of what’s left
of your leg, and that’s how you’d know weight had been transferred to
your artificial foot.
Only in my case, food gets trapped under my prosthesis.
Odd, disjointed, detached from my food. Yeah, this is going to take some getting used to……
(Please
don’t misconstrue my analogy of the prosthetic leg to mean that I think
losing teeth is ANYWHERE NEAR losing a leg. It’s just a literary
comparison to illustrate my initial impression; not a belief that
they’re equal in any way.)
I find your musings to be quite entertaining...plus you are pretty eloquent with the verbage....just sayin'...congrats on the new teefs...
ReplyDeleteThanks! Always good to hear/read encouraging words from friends.
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