The same as a sweltering jungle. Blech!

I guess I should start with a run down of what is currently going on in my mouth. Like I said I have had 7 teeth extracted: #'s 2, 3, 4, 12, 13, 15, & 19. I was also born without wisdom teeth. (I know. Luckily, right?) Below is a diagram of the teeth numbers and other info.

I have only learned the numbers and names of teeth by listening and paying attention to what my numerous dentists have talked about with their assistants. I feel it is important to know a good deal about the subject since it is a major part of my health concerns. I don't see how people can just go in and ignore all the information available about what's ailing them.

I don't really have any molars left. #'s 18 & 20 are almost non-existent from decay. However, 21 through 31 are doing just fine after my last session in the chair when I had seven cavities filled. #5 through 11 are falling apart slowly and are, in my opinion, not worth the effort. The only spot in my mouth where my teeth actually come together so I can chew food is between 10 &11 on top and 22 & 23 on bottom. I have had to adjust my mastication techniques throughout the years due to sensitivity, damage or missing teeth so my jaw is all out of whack too.

All for now...

Daddy needs a new set of teeth.

WARNING: Subject matter may be too much for the squeamish!



Over the 31 years of my life, I have endured many a hardship when it comes to my teeth. I cannot or will not put the blame on anyone or anything except fate because there are too many factors to why I have horribly rotting teeth to narrow it to just one culprit. I have had 7 teeth extracted (yanked out of my head) in the past 10 years and a majority of the rest of them are sharp crags, jutting from sore and sensitive gums. My mouth is a veritable graveyard with numerous stories of pain, circumstance and battles that individual teeth have lost when faced with a difficult job (crisp dill pickle, apple slice, crusty baguette, berry seeds, et al.).

For some reason I feel like I should chronicle my mouth developments on this here blog. There will be some major changes in the coming months. You may find it interesting and/or disgusting. You may feel ill or angry. Whatever you feel don't feel sorry for me because very soon thanks to a recent infection and some pretty good dental insurance I will be getting an immediate upper denture. Yes, I said denture. I am not 70 or a meth smoker. Just ready for some new teeth.


The picture above is of my face when I had that nasty recent infection. It turns out I had an infection in two teeth this time not just one like all the other times. Pretty, Huh?

More to come....