Sept. 23 - Lisa's Musings (on new teeth) and Every Day Life

Well, I've decided to just do it.

I'm finally getting new chompers. I had an appointment with a new dentist yesterday and am going for it.

I can't even type all the details because I told the dentist not to get graphic because I don't do pain or needles or blood.

What I can tell you is I will walk into the office, in a loopy, happy place, have my top teeth removed, and walk out with new 'teethies'. (Hopefully while I'm still in a happy daze).

My friend, Becca, will be by my side as she's been for many years of multiple tooth removals and root canals. She knows the drill, so to speak.

Then when I emerge from my time with marvelous modern pharmaceuticals, I'll have to figure out how to speak with the new teeth. I'm told I may sound like Tweety Bird for a while. And then there's not spitting on people while speaking to worry about as well.

I'm told it takes a while to get used to dentures.

And I'll find out soon enough.

People have been asking me if I'm scared to have all these teeth removed and yeah, I guess I am. I'm a real weanie about blood and pain. But anyone who knows what I've been through with what's left of the teeth I still have, knows the agony I've endured for years and year and years.

Or the food that I've not been able to eat because I can't chew it.

Anything that's hard or that requires real chewing has been out of the question for many, many years as I've tried to baby what's left of my teeth.

And I'm told it will be quite a while longer to find out what it's truly like to eat an almond or a steak, but find out I will.

And quite frankly, I'm looking forward to it. No matter how long it takes.

And the first hard thing I plan to eat -- a fat pretzel stick.

But in the meantime, I've stocked up on all the stuff I can eat and lots and lots of soft stuff to baby those new chompers once they're in my mouth.

I might even have some peanut brittle at Christmas.