I went to the oral surgeon so he could look at the last two implants, in preparation for finishing them in two weeks. To my surprise, he whipped out the novocaine, did some slicing and dicing, a little suturing, and said: You're done. Implants are strong, solid, and ready. Go get the dental plate made.
Okay, he then casually mentioned that I'd have to see a general dentist every four months, forever, to keep them in shape, which I kind of doubt, but still. Ready.
Wow. How many years have I waited for that statement?
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