mine is the result of my own laziness and phobia about dentistry.
Yeah, this is me. Although apparently the tooth that recently got pulled was cracked most likely from tooth grinding (what, *me,* stressed?). Which makes me feel better that it wasn't sheer neglect that caused it.
Although I suppose if I had gone to the dentist every 6 months for my whole adult life, they might have noticed signs of tooth grinding and hooked me up with a night guard.
But...yeah. I would like to be done with dental work, but I won't be done until next year. A large part of that is because the zombie bone graft has to...grow? Reanimate? I think it's supposed to fill in my bone and also stimulate growth of new bone. Anyway, it won't be ready for the Ridiculously Expensive Implant until some time in December, and at that point, I'm going to put it off until after the holidays, because I really don't want to be recovering from that at Christmas.
Yeah, I ought to write my dentist a mash note. I love the whole office.
Oh my god, my new dentist. I love him so much, and his staff, too. Did I mention they sent me a personalized coffee mug as a thank you for joining their practice? With, like, cartoon drawings of the staff on one side, and "Welcome, Stephanie [last name]" on the back? (I really don't like personalized stuff like that, but it was still mind-blowing to get this little package at work from my damn DENTIST.)
I want to use the mug to whack my old, lousy dentist over the head.