I have bad teeth. Very bad teeth.
Okay, so it's two sentences.
No need to get picky.
On the other hand, I do tend to get a little picky myself, so go ahead. Pick.
I've inherited my mother's teeth. Largish, squareish, straight, but with very thin enamel and a tendency to root canal abcesses.
From the age of 17, I have spent many hours in dentists chairs.
Chairs which are clearly not built for someone only five feet tall.
These chairs are uncomfortable!
I have also spent countless dollars on fillings and root canal work.
With the result that now my teeth are about 95% filling and 5% actual tooth.
Root canal work means that the tooth is now dead and becomes quite badly discoloured.
Something I've lived with for many, many years. Because caps or crowns aren't cheap.
So veneers were the way to go. I rearranged my budget and put away a small amount each week.
Recently I had a talk with my current dentist, who agreed to fix the chipped veneers on my front teeth and also veneer the eye teeth, for an amount previously agreed upon, which I now had available, after many months of saving.
13 days ago, the work was done.
Yay! I now had 6 front teeth all the same colour!
I could feel better about talking and smiling with customers. And anyone else.
Today one of the veneers chipped.
Half the veneer came off the tooth. I felt it in my mouth. I'd been eating a cheese sandwich, so was lucky I didn't swallow it. (Although it probably wouldn't do any harm, I just prefer not to swallow such things.)
So now I feel quite sad. I have 5 and a half matching front teeth instead of 6.
The simple answer of course would be to immediately get back to the dentist and have it repaired.
But he's off on his holiday........
I've just about had enough of all this trying to save the teeth.
After 41 years of dental work, maybe I should just get false ones?