Teeth
Everyone knows that teeth are important - how else would we chew yummy things like marshmallows, ice cream, or cheeseburgers? Nevertheless I've had mixed results with my teeth. First, the good part. Until I was 18 I never had a cavity! That's pretty much all I have.
My problems began when I was 8 years old. Despite never having played baseball I decided I wanted to play. One of the neighborhood kids, a year older than me, named David Miller was also on my team. He came to our house and asked if I wanted to practice. You see, he wanted to be a pitcher so he asked me to play catcher. I squatted down as I'd seen catchers do; Dave wound up and threw a fastball - right above my glove hitting me squarely in the mouth. Being 8 years old I ran into the house with blood streaming everywhere where my parents informed me that I'd broken one of my teeth, #8 or #9 to be exact. Off to the dentist I went.
It seemed that Dr Mahoney took 10 appointments, each one seemingly lasting for hours before I had a root canal and permanent cap on my broken tooth. That's all I remember for 10 years when my next incident happened. I was attending Mount Saint Mary's College (now a university) in Emmitsburg, MD on a small athletic scholarship to compete on their track team. I went into the weight room one Saturday and jumped up to grab the chin-up bar. I liked to hang from the bar for 30 seconds or so because it gave me a good stretch. This time, however, things went sideways.

Rather than stretching, I immediately passed out and remained unconscious for about a minute or two according to others in the room. During the time I was unconscious I was pounding my face into the concrete weight room floor so that when I came to, once again I was bleeding everywhere, only this time I'd manage to break off the cap and break 3 other teeth. At the end of this delightful episode I had now broken teeth 7-10. At this point I still hadn't had a cavity.
The next episode was about 18 months later, just before leaving on my mission when one morning I woke up in agony. One (or more I can't remember) of the teeth damaged in the weight room had abscessed. If you've ever had an abscessed tooth you know how much agony I was in. Eventually I got connected with a dentist although my recollection is that it took a couple of days. Agony is the only word I have for it!

When you receive a root canal a dentist starts by drilling into the back of a tooth until they pierce the hard outer part and the infection all flows out. One of the great moments of my life was when he did that, releasing the pressure, and the pain was gone in an instant. I didn't even care that the abscess fluid both stinks and is bitter. That was a small price to pay for the relief!
There were other, later episodes which can be summarized as: many cavities, other root canals, removal of 2 wisdom teeth, replacement of teeth 7-10 with a bridge, and 2 broken teeth this weekend caused by chewing. It's been fun.
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| In case you were wondering what their numbers were. |
My problems began when I was 8 years old. Despite never having played baseball I decided I wanted to play. One of the neighborhood kids, a year older than me, named David Miller was also on my team. He came to our house and asked if I wanted to practice. You see, he wanted to be a pitcher so he asked me to play catcher. I squatted down as I'd seen catchers do; Dave wound up and threw a fastball - right above my glove hitting me squarely in the mouth. Being 8 years old I ran into the house with blood streaming everywhere where my parents informed me that I'd broken one of my teeth, #8 or #9 to be exact. Off to the dentist I went.
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| Nitchkey Field where I played several seasons of baseball from 8 until I was 13 or 14 |
It seemed that Dr Mahoney took 10 appointments, each one seemingly lasting for hours before I had a root canal and permanent cap on my broken tooth. That's all I remember for 10 years when my next incident happened. I was attending Mount Saint Mary's College (now a university) in Emmitsburg, MD on a small athletic scholarship to compete on their track team. I went into the weight room one Saturday and jumped up to grab the chin-up bar. I liked to hang from the bar for 30 seconds or so because it gave me a good stretch. This time, however, things went sideways.

Rather than stretching, I immediately passed out and remained unconscious for about a minute or two according to others in the room. During the time I was unconscious I was pounding my face into the concrete weight room floor so that when I came to, once again I was bleeding everywhere, only this time I'd manage to break off the cap and break 3 other teeth. At the end of this delightful episode I had now broken teeth 7-10. At this point I still hadn't had a cavity.
The next episode was about 18 months later, just before leaving on my mission when one morning I woke up in agony. One (or more I can't remember) of the teeth damaged in the weight room had abscessed. If you've ever had an abscessed tooth you know how much agony I was in. Eventually I got connected with a dentist although my recollection is that it took a couple of days. Agony is the only word I have for it!

When you receive a root canal a dentist starts by drilling into the back of a tooth until they pierce the hard outer part and the infection all flows out. One of the great moments of my life was when he did that, releasing the pressure, and the pain was gone in an instant. I didn't even care that the abscess fluid both stinks and is bitter. That was a small price to pay for the relief!
There were other, later episodes which can be summarized as: many cavities, other root canals, removal of 2 wisdom teeth, replacement of teeth 7-10 with a bridge, and 2 broken teeth this weekend caused by chewing. It's been fun.


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