Many years ago, I had a “series of unfortunate events” involving my front teeth. To summarize yet spare you the gory details, they decided to become detached from the rest of me on four different occasions. While the dentist put them back in each time, it was only a matter of time until they would need to come out, and I would need dental implants.
In my late twenties, that time began to approach. My body began to reabsorb the teeth. I began to look at options for what would come next. A bridge? Some kind of dentures like mouthpiece? A permanent rural KY farmer smile with year round singing of “all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth…”?
I eventually settled on dental implants, and the discussion below covers what I learned about them along the way.
Dental Implants Usually Involve LOTS of Antibiotics