Monday, 27 April 2009
I was rummaging through a box of old stuff I'd forgotten I had, and I found this. Yes, they're a cast of my own set. The front (broken) tooth had been shaved down ready for a porcelain veneer to be fitted. In the interim, I remember just how delicate and excruciating an operation it was just to clean my teeth without screaming.
Well, if I were to meet my demise in some grisly blogging-related accident, at least you'll be able to identify me via my dental records.