Things went well today. I had a dozen teeth pulled and a new upper plate put in. Tomorrow, I go back for lower teeth. I was very nervous, but everyone was so great that I managed to live through it. I’ve worn a partial upper for about forty years so this full one isn’t so bad. And it’s nice to look decent again. I knew I would be all right when I woke up this morning. In the past, I always had nightmares the night before going to the dentist. I have to go back every few weeks for six months, then I should get permanent ones. These temporary ones look so good, I can’t imagine permanent ones looking any better. I only have six to get pulled tomorrow. Piece of cake.
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Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 