Last week I spent nearly 2 1/2 hours in the dentist's chair undergoing the preparations for the 6 porcelain veneers that are to be affixed to my upper teeth. To facilitate the process, the enamel on each tooth had to be filed down to make room for the veneer, an exceedingly uncomfortable process despite the 4 cartridges of local he deployed. At that time temporary veneers were applied.
Yesterday, these were painfully chipped off, and the permanent veneers applied. Dentisti had said "This is the easy bit", but I would say it was only 10% less unpleasant than the initial session. I was certainly in the chair for a good 100 minutes.
The payback: my wife was dazzled by my brilliant new smile. The downside: at present, my mouth seems overfilled with teeth; it has got used to managing with less teeth for so long that this is the shock of the new and unfamiliar. Whatever the case, I am now completely unable to enunciate clearly, especially sibilants, which come out half way between a lisp and a slur, making me sound like some middle class drunk after a liquid lunch. I am rather fond of my voice, and I believe it is rather a nice one. Was, anyway.
Wifus assures me I will get the hang of my new mouth quickly, and that I should relax. But to emphasise the fact that there really is a problem, she added the caviat that I would be well advised to continue working on my voice every day.
OK then, if that's what it takes...
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