A three-tooth permanent bridge, when it fails, is removed from its foundation by cutting it into three pieces with a high-speed drill. I sat in the dentist’s chair for three hours yesterday for the second time in a month while a different dentist sawed the second bridge from my head. The replacement bridge I had waited a month for and that was installed last Friday lasted one day. Saturday night after dinner I sat watching television happily eating peanuts when I suddenly felt a familiar sensation. A peanut had factured my day-old bridge! It was obvious that the first dentist, a male, had been less than diligent installing my first replacement bridge. It was more than obvious that the second dentist, a female, was thorough and fastidious and very professional. The first guy hadn’t taken a single Xray. The lady took three. The first guy sent the tooth impressions to Guatemala for the bridge construction. The lady is having my new bridge made in Tegucigalpa at a laboratory near her office. My new bridge should be ready in one to two weeks. I expect to be happily eating peanuts again shortly.
The Power of a Peanut
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