Life of Wry

Finally, after over a year (this go-round), Jim’s back to a full set of choppers. Poor guy’s been through implant hell. It started many many years ago (I want to say 10?) with a cool plan to address his top front teeth that involved implants, bridges and I can’t really articulate the whole scheme, but Howard the dentist was the mastermind and it all seemed like a good bet. Then sorta one by one, the implementation fell apart and it just seems that for years on end, Jim’s been dealing with one failure after another, solutions spread out over time in a piecemeal fashion. Then a final solution to the mess was devised and Jim was at a new beginning of the end phase of the drama… so everyone thought. This resulted in a 3 tooth gap in the dead center of his smile, filled in, gratefully, by a flipper, but hooboy was that a big hassle. And then, after the requisite time had transpired and the final step had arrived, the oral surgeon fellow detected a problem and it was back to the beginning again. The last beginning, that is. I’m sure my explanation is missing a few details and a few steps, and I’m surely misstating a thing or two, but suffice to say, it’s been a slog.

Jim’s been a trooper, I must say.

At the ripe old age of 72 + one month (man.. we’re getting old), Jim’s teeth (and tooth facsimiles) are all solidly in place, fully functional and presentable to the world. Some things take longer than others.

After this photo, he took off to get a haircut. My guy’s all ready for a 3-week + European vacation, starting in three days!