I'm 57 and my wife is 54, and we just got back from a consultation for dental implants. 4 for me, 2 for her. Can you believe that the total estimate came to $32,000??
For 6 friggin' teeth between the two of us!
There's something wrong, but you just don't know what it is, do you Mr. Jones?
It's almost to the point of putting me off my food.
Like in "A Clockwork Orange", when Alex gets all sick from the Ludaviko treatment when he visits his home and finds the Lodger renting out his room and starts to feel violent and then gets all sick and whatever.
Should I be happy I don't have cancer? SHould I throw that much money at some friggin' dentist who couldn't cut it as a "real" doctor, so he makes his hay as a dentist?
Or do I just grin and bear it? And hope that these crowns (without upper molars at all) hold up?
I feel like creating a "stem cell" clone so's I can steal his choppers for me.
Thanks for listening. I'm really fed up for someone who has few teeth to chew with!
doc