I’m Alive

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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