If I had my way we'd all be born with with diamond-coated high-grade stainless tungsten carbide teeth designed to last at least three average lifetimes no matter what happened to them.

As it happens I had three molars extracted last week. They basically fell apart, the consequence of the rubbish dentist my parents took me to in the sixties and his habit of filling anything and everything several times, probably whether it needed it or not. Anaesthetic an optional extra. So the teeth were just a thin shell packed with mercury filling on top of mercury filling and eventually just collapsed.

Removal painless, a bit of soreness for a few days afterwards and an immediate dental plate inserted into the gap to get used to. Implants an option but for thousands rather than hundreds, totalling nearly ten times the money for a plate, so plate it is.

Compared to the one root canal job I've had done the whole process has been quick, almost painless and easy. The root canal was horrible and the tooth still needed extracting a year or so later.

My gob is also full of 1960's fillings.
 
And sweets were not so much on the agenda back then. I seem to remember that Friday was Mars Bar day and my mum would shop up a single bar and me and my brother would share.
 
BUT, might not have been so heavy on the sweets, but my mum  eventually told me the story that, when we were generally being a bit of a PITA, she would rustle up a sugar butty and we'd be happy as Larry, for a bit.
 
I'm still a slave to the evil white powder........

synkrotron
My gob is also full of 1960's fillings.
 
And sweets were not so much on the agenda back then. I seem to remember that Friday was Mars Bar day and my mum would shop up a single bar and me and my brother would share.
 
BUT, might not have been so heavy on the sweets, but my mum  eventually told me the story that, when we were generally being a bit of a PITA, she would rustle up a sugar butty and we'd be happy as Larry, for a bit.
 
I'm still a slave to the evil white powder........

Ah, them olden daze. Sunday afternoons was chocolate bars and a film on telly. I don't remember having sweets during the week, but mum would always do a hot dessert, her bread-and-butter pudding was splendid.
 
I had a terrible dentist in the early '70s, a real butcher. He used to read the newspaper for about 10 minutes while I sat in the chair, waiting. I still remember his name: Mr Everard...

jamesg1213I still remember his name: Mr Everard...

Blimey! Traumatised!
 
I hated the dentist back in those days. Once I had left home I never went to the dentist for fourteen years. Fortunately, apart from fourteen years of plaque and a touch of bad breath (it was my missus that made me go), no real damage was done, so I must have been doing something right...

synkrotron

jamesg1213I still remember his name: Mr Everard...

Blimey! Traumatised!
 
I hated the dentist back in those days. Once I had left home I never went to the dentist for fourteen years. Fortunately, apart from fourteen years of plaque and a touch of bad breath (it was my missus that made me go), no real damage was done, so I must have been doing something right...

 
Heh, similar story Andy. Took me many years to go back to a dentist, and when he'd had a look he said ''Well...you've got a gob like a graveyard, but they'll last you a few years yet''  Had one filling and a good clean up that day.

Yes I can feel for you James ....
I would go with the extraction only because I have never had a Root Canal last for more that a couple of years before it cracked or broke ....
I've got a few things going on my self ..
I had some loose teeth on the bottom , the dentist put a little rod of metal the whole length behind them for support, that's been holding up very well ...
Due to age , bone loss and smoking , a few of my top teeth  are getting very loose ...
I don't know what I'm gonna do with that issue yet ...It is a tough one and it is causing me concern ...
 
hang in there ,
 
Kenny

It's out.

jamesg1213
It's out.

Are you referring to eph221 or your tooth?

Best answer pleeeeze.
 

bapu
Best answer pleeeeze.
 

Sorry, I would not refer to our dear eph as 'it'.