I have had the same dentist since I was six years old and have only one filling in my mouth. I know only one other person amongst my friends who flosses daily! When my teeth began to knock together after the most miniscule amount of alcohol, I visited the dentist to be told I had hereditary bone loss in my jaw and I needed treatment fast.
£1000 poorer, and having to sing supercalaifragalisticexpialidocious over and over again, in my attempt to speak normally with a mouthful of stainless steel twisted wires glued to my top and bottom front six teeth. It feels like being a teenager with braces and I remembered reading aloud to myself in the toilets at boarding school so that I could pronounce ‘s’ without lisping. Hopefully I’ll be keeping my own teeth a bit longer before I need dentures.
As is common knowledge, technicians eat a lot of cake, so I was even more shocked to learn from the specialist dental hygienist that chocolate is better for teeth than cake!! The wires mean no more toffees, luckily they forgot to tell me that until after they’d been glued on, otherwise I might have had serious second thoughts, I love toffees. The chocolate dentures are my response to this recent dental experience.