Living the Dream...

So for like 10 years now, I've had an awful recurring dream where my teeth are loose and falling out, and I kind of have to shove them back in place. Since I got my first front tooth extracted and implant installed, the dreams have pretty much ceased.

Today, however, I went to get my other front tooth pulled (because "short roots," blah blah blah, "need to take proactive steps," blah blah) to start the implant process on it. The nice oral surgeon removed my tooth, did a bone graft, stitched me up, and installed, and I say installed because he used a torque wrench and a screwdriver, onto my single implant at spot #9 (front left tooth) two shiny new front teeth to cover the gap while the extraction site heals. It was pretty neato until this afternoon when the swelling subsided and my two brand new front teeth got loose and started to move wildly.

And in an odd sense of deja vu, I shoved my teeth back into place, called one of the many dental professionals that I see, and said, "My teeth are falling out." And my teeth wiggled and jiggled with me trying to put it back into place every now and then all the way to the prosthedontist where they had to reinstall my teeth.

This was not really the dream I wanted to live out. But at least now my teeth are firmly attached to my jaw.