ok i'll go, since my telling caitlin this was the impetus for this blog: i had teeth literally in the middle of my mouth because my adult teeth grew in but my baby teeth wouldn't fall out to make room for them!!! they had to do a whole bunch of shit to move all the teeth to where they needed to be
My most amazing teeth story is that when I was a senior in high school, the day after I had all my wisdom teeth pulled I accompanied my then-bf and his mom to take his senior photos and we got a few pictures together. My jaw never swelled or hurt in any of my recovery, not even that day, and I looked AMAZING in every photo and I even ate PIZZA after the photo session. This might very well be a pretty common thing but I had a friend who couldn't fully open their mouth for a few months after their wisdom teeth removal, so by friend group standards I was the envy of all former wisdom teeth-havers.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
I'm an ex-hockey player, and all throughout much of my adult life I was an on-ice/on-court (inline) official, either a referee or a linesman. The linesman conducts faceoffs, calls offsides, and breaks up fights and scrums.
Predictably, I've lost a lot of teeth. Seven, to be exact. Some were way back in my mouth, and I didn't bother putting them back, but five of them I had repaired. They all broke off at the gumline, and one day I had to go in and get the rest of them pulled out.
The surgeon pulling the teeth was literally putting his foot on my chest to pull. Add to that, I got to see and hear him chipping away at my teeth, but the foot on my chest was a new one. Meanwhile, I'm still tearing up just from the Novocain, which they used without any kind of analgesic. Just boom, needle in the jaw.
When I was in my 20s and 30s, I didn't think too much of the missing teeth. Chicks dig a tough guy, right? I would advise people to get that shit taken care of ASAP so they don't have a grown man using your chest for leverage.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
I’ve told this story before but I knocked out an old incisor implant while I was in Italy and had to find a dentist post haste. He didn’t speak English, I didn’t speak Italian, we communicated entirely through Y/N questions plugged into Google Translate on my phone, and then when I left I realized that no one ever asked my name. I paid him 200 Euro in cash. His name? Dr. Mario.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
I had my wisdom teeth removed when I was a teenager, and I was awake (but numbed) during the procedure. Fortunately, no feet came anywhere near my chest, though I have a vivid memory of the grinding sound my teeth made when they came out. Also, my dentist accidentally stitched my gums to my cheek, so that was fun.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
Nothing too wild, my first 2 loose teeth got lost after they fell out. I was maybe 6 or 7 at the time and my very first loose tooth I swallowed when I was eating a cookie. My second one was a couple months later. It fell out like normal and I was very excited to finally enjoy the experience. I ran into my older sisters room to show her my tooth, but it fell out of my hand and got lost in the carpet in her room never to be found. Hopefully it got vacuumed up or something because I don’t recall her or my parents ever finding it. For all I know the family who moved into the house after we left could have discovered it.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
I live in Amsterdam and I guess it was only a matter of time before a drunken bike accident which led to a cracked molar. I went to the emergency dentist, and he asked me if I wanted novocaine while he repaired my broken tooth. I said yes, and he said: “The Americans always do.” On a related note, my Dutch husband had his wisdom teeth out as a teenager in the 90s. No general anesthesia, only local. They put him in a straight jacket and the dentist had to put his own foot on my husband’s chest to make ripping the teeth out easier. I have no idea how he’s ever been able to go back to the dentist after that terrifying experience.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
My mouth was too small for all of my teeth, and when the dentist tried to take one out, it was fused to another one, so they both had to go. Alas, one of the teeth that disappeared was a canine (which is the best tooth), so I look kind of weird now.
Apr 21, 2022Liked by Caitlin Schneider, Samantha Grasso
I had mouth cancer in my 20s and they wanted to pull, essentially, all my molars. FORTUNATELY I was able to avoid it, since while i was on the chair, a huge staph infection on my surgery scar burst. My oncologist was just like "whatever, just make sure you brush your teeth and see a dentist i don't want to delay radiation" so i got to keep my teef.
I am 33 years old, and I still have one baby tooth.
As a child, I had a gap in my teeth, just offset from the front. Rather than pushing out the baby tooth underneath it, an adult tooth just grew crooked into the gap. The baby tooth remains to this day. It has no roots left, and does not feel very structurally sound.
For years, the dentist told me that this tooth would probably hang on until my late '20s. Now that we're past that timeline, I just get a "well, that thing doesn't look long for this world." Every once in a while I'll bite something wrong and feel it start to give, but it's in a spot where I don't use it very often, which I think has been a key element in its dogged resiliency.
My last visit, the dentist was super excited to see me because just the night before he had been at some presentation about installing skinny implants. To summarize: my last baby tooth held on long enough that when it inevitably falls out, they now have the technology to replace it with a skinny version of a fake tooth in that same spot, rather than needing to straighten out the crooked tooth that is now positioned next to it. So, no adult braces for me!
This isn't exactly my story but it's a family story.
When I was 10 or so I played junior hockey. I was pretty good! I wasn't the best student so it was great to have something that was *mine* and that earned me praise from my parents, which was pretty hard to come by.
During a game about halfway through the season, we were playing a team and just demolished them. It really wasn't fair, because the other team's goalie was getting knocked around pretty badly and in hindsight definitely should have been taken out of the game at some point.
To that end, the next day at breakfast me and my family were talking about how the game went. My mom was making the case that hockey is way too dangerous, and to illustrate her point, revealed that she found and kept some teeth that the other team's goalie lost during the game.
Incredibly disturbing stuff, and she even denied having them when Milhouse knocked on our front door asking if she took them.
ok i'll go, since my telling caitlin this was the impetus for this blog: i had teeth literally in the middle of my mouth because my adult teeth grew in but my baby teeth wouldn't fall out to make room for them!!! they had to do a whole bunch of shit to move all the teeth to where they needed to be
My most amazing teeth story is that when I was a senior in high school, the day after I had all my wisdom teeth pulled I accompanied my then-bf and his mom to take his senior photos and we got a few pictures together. My jaw never swelled or hurt in any of my recovery, not even that day, and I looked AMAZING in every photo and I even ate PIZZA after the photo session. This might very well be a pretty common thing but I had a friend who couldn't fully open their mouth for a few months after their wisdom teeth removal, so by friend group standards I was the envy of all former wisdom teeth-havers.
I'm an ex-hockey player, and all throughout much of my adult life I was an on-ice/on-court (inline) official, either a referee or a linesman. The linesman conducts faceoffs, calls offsides, and breaks up fights and scrums.
Predictably, I've lost a lot of teeth. Seven, to be exact. Some were way back in my mouth, and I didn't bother putting them back, but five of them I had repaired. They all broke off at the gumline, and one day I had to go in and get the rest of them pulled out.
The surgeon pulling the teeth was literally putting his foot on my chest to pull. Add to that, I got to see and hear him chipping away at my teeth, but the foot on my chest was a new one. Meanwhile, I'm still tearing up just from the Novocain, which they used without any kind of analgesic. Just boom, needle in the jaw.
When I was in my 20s and 30s, I didn't think too much of the missing teeth. Chicks dig a tough guy, right? I would advise people to get that shit taken care of ASAP so they don't have a grown man using your chest for leverage.
I’ve told this story before but I knocked out an old incisor implant while I was in Italy and had to find a dentist post haste. He didn’t speak English, I didn’t speak Italian, we communicated entirely through Y/N questions plugged into Google Translate on my phone, and then when I left I realized that no one ever asked my name. I paid him 200 Euro in cash. His name? Dr. Mario.
I had my wisdom teeth removed when I was a teenager, and I was awake (but numbed) during the procedure. Fortunately, no feet came anywhere near my chest, though I have a vivid memory of the grinding sound my teeth made when they came out. Also, my dentist accidentally stitched my gums to my cheek, so that was fun.
Nothing too wild, my first 2 loose teeth got lost after they fell out. I was maybe 6 or 7 at the time and my very first loose tooth I swallowed when I was eating a cookie. My second one was a couple months later. It fell out like normal and I was very excited to finally enjoy the experience. I ran into my older sisters room to show her my tooth, but it fell out of my hand and got lost in the carpet in her room never to be found. Hopefully it got vacuumed up or something because I don’t recall her or my parents ever finding it. For all I know the family who moved into the house after we left could have discovered it.
I live in Amsterdam and I guess it was only a matter of time before a drunken bike accident which led to a cracked molar. I went to the emergency dentist, and he asked me if I wanted novocaine while he repaired my broken tooth. I said yes, and he said: “The Americans always do.” On a related note, my Dutch husband had his wisdom teeth out as a teenager in the 90s. No general anesthesia, only local. They put him in a straight jacket and the dentist had to put his own foot on my husband’s chest to make ripping the teeth out easier. I have no idea how he’s ever been able to go back to the dentist after that terrifying experience.
My mouth was too small for all of my teeth, and when the dentist tried to take one out, it was fused to another one, so they both had to go. Alas, one of the teeth that disappeared was a canine (which is the best tooth), so I look kind of weird now.
I had mouth cancer in my 20s and they wanted to pull, essentially, all my molars. FORTUNATELY I was able to avoid it, since while i was on the chair, a huge staph infection on my surgery scar burst. My oncologist was just like "whatever, just make sure you brush your teeth and see a dentist i don't want to delay radiation" so i got to keep my teef.
I am 33 years old, and I still have one baby tooth.
As a child, I had a gap in my teeth, just offset from the front. Rather than pushing out the baby tooth underneath it, an adult tooth just grew crooked into the gap. The baby tooth remains to this day. It has no roots left, and does not feel very structurally sound.
For years, the dentist told me that this tooth would probably hang on until my late '20s. Now that we're past that timeline, I just get a "well, that thing doesn't look long for this world." Every once in a while I'll bite something wrong and feel it start to give, but it's in a spot where I don't use it very often, which I think has been a key element in its dogged resiliency.
My last visit, the dentist was super excited to see me because just the night before he had been at some presentation about installing skinny implants. To summarize: my last baby tooth held on long enough that when it inevitably falls out, they now have the technology to replace it with a skinny version of a fake tooth in that same spot, rather than needing to straighten out the crooked tooth that is now positioned next to it. So, no adult braces for me!
This isn't exactly my story but it's a family story.
When I was 10 or so I played junior hockey. I was pretty good! I wasn't the best student so it was great to have something that was *mine* and that earned me praise from my parents, which was pretty hard to come by.
During a game about halfway through the season, we were playing a team and just demolished them. It really wasn't fair, because the other team's goalie was getting knocked around pretty badly and in hindsight definitely should have been taken out of the game at some point.
To that end, the next day at breakfast me and my family were talking about how the game went. My mom was making the case that hockey is way too dangerous, and to illustrate her point, revealed that she found and kept some teeth that the other team's goalie lost during the game.
Incredibly disturbing stuff, and she even denied having them when Milhouse knocked on our front door asking if she took them.