Why is nothing straightforward? I had thought that the long awaited restoring of the missing front crown was going to be a simple affair, lasting perhaps half an hour. Oh no. After the initial unpleasant injections in the roof of my mouth, I endured 90 minutes. Then – two lots of x-rays and one set of impressions later – the dentist said he could not understand why the crown had come out. He told me to come back in the afternoon (horrors – this meant more injections).
When I got back he was very pleased with himself; he had spent the lunchtime simulating restoring the crown into its implant base, using a model of my mouth made from the impressions and had worked out what angle to work at. So the afternoon was not quite so bad, and here – after three long months of not wishing to catch sight of myself in a mirror, is the result:
The doctors’ big fear was risk of infection spreading to my hip graft. So I hd a huge dose of antibiotics and I’m glad to report, no infection. Replacing the three-tooth bridge on one side is however something for the distant future, as it requires a tooth extraction and implant 🙁 So Christmas will involve eating only on the left side.