Not Dentures...Yet

My jaw clicks. Yup. I rather knew that.

However when my tooth chipped at the base, my dentist said it was because my bite was funny and I was probably grinding my teeth. I don't think I do but I do chomp down hard. She said it could be the crowns that were put in or a myriad other reasons and sent me to see a prosthodontist. I never even knew there was such a doctor as a prosthodontist. I suppose as we age I get to learn about all kinds of different doctors that I never knew existed.

Well, my prosthodonist's name is Dr. Kevin Loo and he is the nicest person. I love his hygenist, too. He's fitted me out in a mouth splint. He says I'll have to use it for the "rest of my life."

Something about him saying , "the rest of your life" that was a little unnerving. He says he wears one, too. But I wonder if he's going to wear it for the rest of his life because he looks half my age.

Whatever the case, he's monitoring to see if my jaw aligns itself better. My mother thought it was hilarious that I have to wear this at night and soak it in Polident or Efferdent in the daytime just like she does her dentures in the evening.

I wonder what else will go off kilter as I age. It's a little annoying at times but I guess you have to try to laugh about it and get on with it. Art thinks it's funny when he can't understand me sometimes when I have it in.

Hope you all had a great weekend. I'm going to go get my splint on now.