Cloudy… not so good that way…

I will be the first to admit… good medical pot, can take the brain away… but, again that little word… I have been falling down drunk and remembered every second… so it doesn’t work for me… but it sure makes the damage to my short term memory work a little harder…. and right now is no different…

After all the agnst of the last year and a half… I pulled my high school graduation picture out and zoomed in on my smile and started counting teeth…. and just wow… honestly… just wow…

I have only had 12 teeth on top and 12 teeth on bottom….

Those teeth between your molars and front two teeth we all loved losing as kids… I only have ever had 12…. 4 teeth grew across the roof of my mouth… including a lower molar….

At 17, when the surgeon took those wrong way teeth out… I had 4 molars on the upper and 4 on the lower… except, one of my lower molars was a wisdom tooth… the molar that should have been there, was one they removed from the roof of my mouth… and I lost that tooth at El Paso VA, when they did the partial I wear for the mandible….except they added a molar, that I never had before… and that there is the aha moment on this mess of forcing myself back through time…..

I lost the molar on my right lower side while at Basic training… kept thinking it was my upper, but got that confused with Washington time… anyway…. the military made me a partial when I got to Vance… to replace that one molar and they took the 3 impacted wisdoms out…

So in effect… the dentist went on the premise of wrong number of teeth and that is why the denture is too big for me… it has a extra tooth added on the left side… that I never had… you can see my teeth in my graduation picture… you can tell, I only ever had 12 upper teeth… ever…..

Big time sigh of relief, now that I backed tracked thru time and put it together when things happened and who did what work and where….

See the dentist later and he will start sawing down that massive denture and over the next few weeks, we will see a lot of each other… it’s a tight fitting denture and I am not putting it back in till in his chair… mouth that sore, from using it to try and eat….

Well at least I figured out why and can show him with the picture to remind him… my body was mal nourished and abused until 17 years of age… ya know, my bones didn’t fuse until I turned 30 years old… bone scans showed that, which was another eye opener to the beatings that poor child took….

Still talk in the 3rd form sometimes…. you can’t hate, what you don’t know… all they ever had to do…own it… life would have been so different for me……a would have been their salvation……

I Remember… Margie…. should be fun…..