Not a fun day today, and no work done on the land, either.
Instead, we made a trip to the dentist so that Kenton could get the first part of his tooth implant. He had had a tooth extracted in the autumn, and he had to wait several months for the bone to grow enough for the titanium post to be set into.
“Set into?” you ask. I can see the horror on your face now.
Yes, it’s as horrible as it sounds, at least when I hear about it! Today, the chore was to cut the gum, drill into the bone and put the post in, then sew up the gum. Now we wait for 3 months until the bone grows around the post, and then a crown is put on, hey presto!
Kenton says the procedure didn’t hurt, but that the drilling into the bone was a bit yukky. The whole thing sounds horrible to me, even after my sister assured me that he’s right, it really does not hurt! Or is Kenton just incredibly brave?
But then, I hate dentists. Hence the obsessive way I floss and brush! I think my fear is due to our childhood dentist (Dr Harvey, I think his name was) who didn’t believe in giving Novocaine injections before filling teeth.
Bring on the pain-killing injections, I say – I might even consider having them for x-rays! (just kidding…I think!)