I am sorry to hear that. I hope it is not a rash decision.
I was raised by my mother and her aunt. The aunt, Aunt Anna (or Nura, short form Annura, I guess), had all her teeth pulled out in her middle age, rather than endure recurring toothaches. I remember the photographs of her, with the clenched jaw, the kind of Chirchill jaw that looks too tight.
I don't know if it is related, but I sometimes have a nightmare of my teech being loose in the jaw, and then I begin to whack-a-mole them back in.
God was so wise to give us bodies that are fragile. Take care of yourself.
Thanks for your kind reply.
No, a drawn out decision. Have resisted it a year or 3.
They are fragile, cracked, broken in bits and bits break off every now and then as it is.
I cannot at all afford to have them fixed.
They are fragile and yet deep rooted . . . sigh.
Have had problems with my teeth even with my baby teeth—all my life. More than 30 dentists.
Ah well . . . has helped me learn to handle that kind of pain, I guess . . . welll . . . as well as one can! Praise God for meds!
One of the bigger traumas to my psyche is trying to wrap my mind around such foreign things in my mouth my waking hours . . . hate foreign things in my mouth. Sigh.
Thankfully, I have good Christian dentists that are very skillful as well as having excellent chairside manners.
Praise God for that.
God will see me through somehow.
Bless you abundantly for your kind words.