I can no longer claim I have all my own original teeth.
Well, that is, I can ... it’s just that one of them is in a sealed plastic baggie.
I’m not the most regular visitor to dentists, but I’ve never needed any care in the past other than a couple of deep-cleanings. (Two, I think.) Last year sometime, I became aware that I had a cavity on the outer face of my last right upper molar, those which the US likes to call wisdom teeth. Unfortunately, I kept forgetting to get to the dentist to get it checked out. Then in January, we lost our dental insurance when
cymru was laid off. I hoped that it’d keep until we had insurance again.
It didn’t. Last night, one cusp broke off the tooth, and from the discoloration of the broken fragment it was clear the tooth was in very bad shape. So this morning I called the local dentist; his receptionist said “We can fit you in right now if you want”, so I went off down there for X-rays and an exam, which showed it to be a case for extraction. (I can manage without the tooth fine, though it wasn’t causing me any problems aside from the decay, and it was a choice between $160 to extract it, including the exam, or $2000+ to salvage it... $2000 that we don’t have to spare.)
So, he sent me off to pick up 4g of amoxicillin, take 2g of it, then come back at 15:00. And by about 15:45, my tooth was out. (I continue to fail to adhere to the norm; “wisdom teeth” normally have three roots, but mine turn out to have four.)
Still, I did manage to go 48 years without a single filling, extraction or cavity... that’s not a bad record.