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Thanks to all of you that shared your Denture stories .. .. I guess most must still have their original teeth, since my inquiry did not garner as much response as I hoped it might ..
Thanks to all of you that shared your Denture stories ..
.. I guess most must still have their original teeth, since my inquiry did not garner as much response as I hoped it might ..
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I know I am fairly new in this thread, but I've grown very fond of y'all. I thought I owed it to you to tell you that tomorrow will be my last day on the forum for awhile. I really need a vacation from here. Dealing with some things that will work themselves out, but, in the meantime, I need my energy to focus on that and myself. I send out love and hugs to my new friends and love and hugs to my old friends (Frannie and Gracie). I hope to be back sometime in the future, but I can't give a time. Could be sooner, or could be later. Thank you for accepting me so readily and caring so deeply so fast. Take care. Will see you tomorrow, one more time....
I know you may or may not read this .. I've left ECF a time or two over the years for various reasons .. just know that in the time you've spent with us, you have become a valued part of our small slice of the Cyberverse .. gathering around the Digital Campfire, as it were ..
I'm truly hoping that no major life event has caused your need to retreat, and that we all are glad for the time you did spend .. better to have spent the time here than not ..
We'll all look forward to your return, at which time you will be greeted by salutes and salutations and a ticker tape parade ..
In the meantime, we'll leave the light on for you ..
I didn't want to share my denture story as I had a very bad experience regarding mine. I can only add to the advice....make sure that if there is a problem with the permanent ones that the dentist is willing to remake them properly without added cost on your part.Hola ..
Thanks to all of you that shared your Denture stories ..
I've had dentures since the age of 17. Reason being that my teeth kept getting worse despite the dental work.Hola ..
Thanks to all of you that shared your Denture stories ..
It had nothing to do with the extractions, but in the dentures themselves. Paid for in cash up front, dentist unwilling to admit there was anything wrong, and not any funds to take him to court over it...Well, I suppose it's good you did not share it ..
Oh well...guess I might as well tell what happened... Dentist will take impressions of both upper and lowers and then will build a wax denture to try on for fit before making the final ones. A mold is made from that to cast the final denture. The upper fit very snugly, and in trying to remove it from my mouth, because it's somewhat soft, it was skewed and distorted, unbeknownst to me. When I got the final dentures, my upper teeth were taking a right turn, and the left side....the side he had tugged on with the wax, instead of meeting the bottom teeth, were slightly flared out and couldn't make contact. The center of your two front teeth should be directly under the center of your upper lip, not so with these... When I went back for the follow up, I removed both upper and lowers to show him that the only way my bite could line up is if I could somehow dislodge my lower jaw to make a right turn as well. I got a blank stare and then told I was showing them upside down. Well duh!! You can't see through the upper that covers your whole palate... I have only been able to chew on the right side, and the consequence is, that they have worn down considerably on that side, while the left side has worn sideways from where they skim past each other... And yes, I'm still vain enough to be embarrassed by smiling with off centered teeth...
When I went back for the follow up, I removed both upper and lowers to show him that the only way my bite could line up is if I could somehow dislodge my lower jaw to make a right turn as well. I got a blank stare and then told I was showing them upside down. Well duh!! You can't see through the upper that covers your whole palate... I have only been able to chew on the right side, and the consequence is, that they have worn down considerably on that side, while the left side has worn sideways from where they skim past each other... And yes, I'm still vain enough to be embarrassed by smiling with off centered teeth...
FYI: a bit of trivia...many dentists play around with jewelry making because the process for making a gold or silver crown for a tooth is the same 'lost wax' method used for making cast jewelry... Stepdaughter's ex-husband is a dentist...a total jerk, but excellent dentist...
Stepdaughter's ex-husband is a dentist...a total jerk, but excellent dentist...
Thank You again . . . Right now, actually there never was a gag reflex - just get extreamly nauseous . . . But I am still going to look in to your suggest and have a Dentist look at them . . .
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Good morning/afternoon everyone. I actually slept in my bed last night and feel pretty good this morning. I will be getting targets and stuff ready for a trip to the range tomorrow. A neighbor friend got her pistol back from the manufacturer after a recall and wants to see how it performs. I will be taking a few of mine just because I need to keep up with my practice. I like to stay current and there is only one way to do that. When I carried for a living we had to requalify every six months. I always did it quarterly at a private range at the local POA where I was a member. Sometimes more often when I could make the drive and always tried taking Nancy along.
@Katmar, I look forward to your return and wish you well during your absence. See you soon.
You have a wonderful way with words, Uncle Willie.I know you may or may not read this .. I've left ECF a time or two over the years for various reasons .. just know that in the time you've spent with us, you have become a valued part of our small slice of the Cyberverse .. gathering around the Digital Campfire, as it were ..
I'm truly hoping that no major life event has caused your need to retreat, and that we all are glad for the time you did spend .. better to have spent the time here than not ..
We'll all look forward to your return, at which time you will be greeted by salutes and salutations and a ticker tape parade ..
In the meantime, we'll leave the light on for you ..
@Katmar, I look forward to your return and wish you well during your absence. See you soon.
You're so sweet, Jerry ..
.. it makes me want to curl up on your couch with a bowl of your famous Chicken Soup (or ribs, for that matter) .. and just plain Willie is fine .. we're all on a first name basis here ..
On an aside :: I spent a goodly amount of time over the years working within the African American Community .. so, this is not, by any means, a Racist comment .. within some circles, I had the nickname of White Willie, no joke .. I always considered it an honor to have been accepted at that level ..
There was also a musician that I came to know fairly well that always called me "Cool Breeze" .. I don't know if it was because he could not remember my name, or he just liked that nickname .. he's gone now, so I can't ask him ..
Some weeks, I don't know why I'm such a "Chatty Cathy", but this is, apparently, one of them ..
A blurb from the fascinating autobiography of Keith Richards, who turned out to be not a half bad writer .. and, in keeping with my theme of "The Dentist" (which could be the nucleus of a really cheesy horror film ..)
“I should have a badge for surviving the early National Service dentists. The appointments were I think two a year – they had school inspections – and my mum had to drag me screaming to them. She’d have to spend some hard-earned money to buy me something afterwards, because every time I went there was sheer hell. No mercy. ‘Shut up, kid.’ The red rubber apron, like an Edgar Allan Poe horror. They had those very rickety machines in those days, ’49, ’50, belt-drive drills, electric-chair straps to hold you down.
“The dentist was an ex-army bloke. My teeth got ruined by it. I developed a fear of going to the dentist with, by the mid-’70s, visible consequences – a mouthful of blackened teeth. Gas is expensive, so you’d just get a whiff. And also they got more for an extraction than for a filling. So everything came out. They would just yank it out, with the smallest whiff of gas, and you’d wake up halfway through an extraction; seeing that red rubber hose, that mask, you felt like you were a bomber pilot, except you had no bomber. The red rubber mask and the man looming over you like Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man. It was the only time I saw the devil, as I imagined. I was dreaming, and I saw the three-pronged fork and he was laughing away, and I wake up and he’s going, ‘Stop squawking, boy. I’ve got another twenty to do today.’ And all I got out of it was a dinky toy, a plastic gun.”
A blurb from the fascinating autobiography of Keith Richards, who turned out to be not a half bad writer .. and, in keeping with my theme of "The Dentist" (which could be the nucleus of a really cheesy horror film ..)
“I should have a badge for surviving the early National Service dentists. The appointments were I think two a year – they had school inspections – and my mum had to drag me screaming to them. She’d have to spend some hard-earned money to buy me something afterwards, because every time I went there was sheer hell. No mercy. ‘Shut up, kid.’ The red rubber apron, like an Edgar Allan Poe horror. They had those very rickety machines in those days, ’49, ’50, belt-drive drills, electric-chair straps to hold you down.
“The dentist was an ex-army bloke. My teeth got ruined by it. I developed a fear of going to the dentist with, by the mid-’70s, visible consequences – a mouthful of blackened teeth. Gas is expensive, so you’d just get a whiff. And also they got more for an extraction than for a filling. So everything came out. They would just yank it out, with the smallest whiff of gas, and you’d wake up halfway through an extraction; seeing that red rubber hose, that mask, you felt like you were a bomber pilot, except you had no bomber. The red rubber mask and the man looming over you like Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man. It was the only time I saw the devil, as I imagined. I was dreaming, and I saw the three-pronged fork and he was laughing away, and I wake up and he’s going, ‘Stop squawking, boy. I’ve got another twenty to do today.’ And all I got out of it was a dinky toy, a plastic gun.”
It's a crying shame we can't get honest and reliable reviews of medical and dental practitioners before making a commitment. I know there are a few review sites out there, but I bet more than some are posted by the dentist's receptionist and chair side assistants - or some completely unqualified to judge.
Some weeks, I don't know why I'm such a "Chatty Cathy", but this is, apparently, one of them ..
A blurb from the fascinating autobiography of Keith Richards, who turned out to be not a half bad writer .. and, in keeping with my theme of "The Dentist" (which could be the nucleus of a really cheesy horror film ..)
“I should have a badge for surviving the early National Service dentists. The appointments were I think two a year – they had school inspections – and my mum had to drag me screaming to them. She’d have to spend some hard-earned money to buy me something afterwards, because every time I went there was sheer hell. No mercy. ‘Shut up, kid.’ The red rubber apron, like an Edgar Allan Poe horror. They had those very rickety machines in those days, ’49, ’50, belt-drive drills, electric-chair straps to hold you down.
“The dentist was an ex-army bloke. My teeth got ruined by it. I developed a fear of going to the dentist with, by the mid-’70s, visible consequences – a mouthful of blackened teeth. Gas is expensive, so you’d just get a whiff. And also they got more for an extraction than for a filling. So everything came out. They would just yank it out, with the smallest whiff of gas, and you’d wake up halfway through an extraction; seeing that red rubber hose, that mask, you felt like you were a bomber pilot, except you had no bomber. The red rubber mask and the man looming over you like Laurence Olivier in Marathon Man. It was the only time I saw the devil, as I imagined. I was dreaming, and I saw the three-pronged fork and he was laughing away, and I wake up and he’s going, ‘Stop squawking, boy. I’ve got another twenty to do today.’ And all I got out of it was a dinky toy, a plastic gun.”
That's enough to scare anyone away from ever visiting a dentist...
I know nothing about making dentures, absolutely nothing. Having cleared that up, I'm wonder if now-a-days they use laser scans and and CAD/CAM like systems to 'map' your mouth/gums into a 3D digital model. Then use the CAD/CAM system to build/created the dentures.
I ask, because that's how our dentist does it when making crowns. It's quite the high tech process. The resulting product needs very little hand-touching up to fit perfectly. He spends about 15 minutes scanning my mouth. I go away for an hour. Come back and he spends about 10 minutes to install the crown.
I ask, because that's how our dentist does it when making crowns. It's quite the high tech process. The resulting product needs very little hand-touching up to fit perfectly. He spends about 15 minutes scanning my mouth. I go away for an hour. Come back and he spends about 10 minutes to install the crown.
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