You know, I came to China, just coming to China, has been liberating for me. I'm in this foreign country. That, in itself, is interesting. When I first came here, I had big problems. The first and foremost problem I had was a sore left-ankle.
I don't want you to think I only post negative stories here on my blog. Actually, I have a lot of positive stuff to report on too. First and foremost, I have solved the sore ankle problem, thanks to the special orthotic insoles this brilliant Israeli orthopaedic specialist had designed for me. Great. Believe you me, this improvement alone has enhanced my life greatly.
I'm fitter now than before. Keeping up a exercise regime of going to the gym on a fairly regular basis, although, recently, because of the stress of finishing examining my students for their end-of-term oral English exams at my college, I have neglected exercise. But, hey, here's a picture of Fatso me about 16 months ago.

FATSO ME
Okay, here's a picture of my present fucking teeth. I don't like them. I had two of the front teeth whitened.

See the front tooth on the left. Now, the dentist took a lot of the right bottom side of that tooth off (WITHOUT MY PERMISSION). I'm furious with him about that. When, I brought this up with him. He says to me, something like, people don't usually look at the front teeth. Oh, I see. So, I go to the dentist to have two of my front teeth crowned and, guess what, I'm wasting my time. I'm one dissatisfied customer.
I don't mean to be. I was genuinely hoping that, you know, I would be a mighty satisfied customer (**) but I have no reason to. Every time I look at these fucking teeth, I feel a pang of pain. Ouch. Yeah, the dentist was Chinese. The dental practice is located in Beijing. I won't identify it. And, his English wasn't too fucking good. Well, fuck this, if only I had the wisdom of hindsight. Perhaps, I could have told the guy, you know, don't fucking touch the other tooth. It was straight, straight, straight before (at the bottom edge). In fact, in terms of shape, it was a perfect tooth. It was also a nice yellowish white colour, nice, nice, nice. I have photos below to show you what I mean here.
Here's a photo of my set of teeth BEFORE the fucking dentist got to work..



Okay, you see the difference. Okay, you see the two front teeth that are discoloured. They're dead. The inside pulp were taken out years and years ago and over the course of years, the colour of the enamel changed to grey. I had some bleaching both inside and outside the teeth done to lighten it up with some limited success. So, recently, in China, I decided to get crowns put in to finally, once and for all, end the problem. And, crowns are also cheaper here in China. Like each tooth, 3600 RMB. I had to have two done, so that's 7200 RMB. In my country, Ireland, I think we're talking about 8000 RMB (about 800 euros) for each crown. What a rip-off!! But, at least in China, the rip-off isn't as large. But, now, I can see the fucking trade-off.
The dentist (or doctor as they're called in China), decided to take off with his drill some of the good tooth. Look at the good front tooth above. It was a perfect shape!!. It's the right colour. It's alive. It's a movie star tooth. The other front tooth, albeit discoloured, wasn't too bad either. Admittedly, a little out of shape. But, given that the tooth has been dead for years and years, perhaps, that is understandable. But, anyway, the dentist then, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, drills away at that and now, as an end result, as an end result of my paying 7200 RMB of my fucking money, my teeth, in terms of shape, are worse than before. And, the colour matching isn't perfect either. I mean the new teeth are B1 colour (to use the terminology he was using), to use the dentist's language, making them whiter than the surrounding teeth. But, I told the dentist, that, you know, okay, if they're whiter than the surrounding teeth, it's okay, I can brush the other teeth more with whitening toothpaste and perhaps, they'll match up more perfectly in colour and brightness in the future. So, I still don't think that's too big a problem.
Anyway, I'm thinking about going back to this dental practice and asking for my money back. You know, I was pretty confident the dentist would do an okay job.(***) But, he fucked up. First of all, the first crowns he fitted were too fucking grey. So, I had him destroy them and make a new pair. And, then, after the second pair had been fitted, I discovered to my horror, the next day, my handsomely *shaped* front teeth were not fucking handsome anymore. And, in its place, I had a what I can only describe as a teeth cleft. Jesus. What a fucking humiliation. I remind me of Bugs Bunny.

So much for the George Clooney Handsome Man I wanted to be before and with those fine teeth I had before, I could come close to that. The ruggedly handsome teeth I had before are no more, now, replaced with bugs bunny teeth. Cartoonish, freakish.
Oh, I can write a long long story about this fucking dentist. How he doesn't fucking answer my questions. How I asked him to show me the fucking photo he took of my front teeth before he stripped away the enamel of the two grey teeth and how he ignored my request.(****) It's good to be Chinese and you only speak English as a second language. Then, you have an excuse to do whatever you fucking well please. In his case, play God with my teeth. (*****) I didn't give him my permission to drill away at the alive front tooth, the perfectly shaped front tooth. My question is: Why? Why the fuck did he do it? (******)You know this has been very upsetting for me. And, it kinda has taken me by surprise. [sighs]. Should I come to terms with it? Or should I go back to that dental practice and, at least, ask for my money back?
Indeed, last week, I went back to see this dentist again and I asked him to crown BOTH of the front teeth again to make the bottom edge flat. I told him, you know, this is the shape of normally shaped teeth. Indeed, I told him, I have been doing oral interviews of my English language students and I see that for the great to vast majority of them, the bottom of their front teeth are straight straight straight, not comic round like mine. Here's an example of such perfect teeth below.

Here's another fucking photo of my disastrous molars...(********)

You know what I'm thinking.. I'm thinking the dentist fucked up and decided to cover it up. Hence, he wouldn't show me the photo he had taken of my front teeth before he started to do the crown work. I'm thinking he may have accidentally chipped a chunk off the good front tooth (whilst drilling off the enamel from the other tooth during the inital stripping off phase of crowning) and so decided to take off more and more to make it round and round so that apparently I wouldn't be able to see. And, initially, he had success because it wasn't until the day after I had the new crowns fitted (I mean the second pair of crowns - the first pair were too grey) only then viewing some old photos of my teeth on my computer (I knew there was something amiss and unfamiliar about my new front teeth but couldn't quite place what it was), only after viewing the old photos that I realised what the dentist had done WITHOUT MY PERMISSION on the good living tooth with the previous perfect shape and I mean PERFECT SHAPE. It was a normal fucking tooth was what it was. And, the dentist did away with that. Why? I have no idea. Never asked him that. I know he drilled away at it because I can feel away at the bottom edge of the tooth and it's rough. Whereas, the bottom edge of that tooth (about 60% of it, that he didn't touch with his damn drill is still smooth, smooth as it should be like a baby's bottom). Anyway, I went back to the dentist last week and he offered to add, what did he call it, composite. But, he warned that you know I shouldn't eat hard things like carrots. So, what's the fucking point in having teeth when I can't eat anything hard which might damage the composite. And, from what I have read about composites, the dentist will have to roughen up the tooth first before applying the composite. So, I'm thinking the dentist will wind up doing more damage to my original teeth. Especially this dentist whom I have now lost all confidence in that he will do a good job on my teeth which is not going to leave me disappointed and upset.
I suppose the front teeth are okay. But, hey, I want perfect front teeth. And,for 7,600 RMB, isn't that not too much to ask for? So, anyway, I said to the dentist last week, hey, do the front teeth again, I mean crown both again including the living tooth. The dentist advised against this. He said that it's a living tooth. I'd need an injection for the pain. He said that the gum was already well receded at the top and that I'll probably need root channel treatment. He said, in that event, I'd need a post put in. He said that my gum above the tooth will receded by 1mm, (in the event of root channel treatment) which, considering that a front tooth is 10 mm long, is a significant recession. He said that I would feel discomfort (for the rest of my life I presume) because the new tooth which will be prepared will be thicker and straighter than the old living one and will push up against my inner lip. He even mentioned the possibility of pain if memory serves. He was trying his best to deter me from doing that. But, I do recall that he was willing to do it for me FREE OF CHARGE if I insisted, which appears to me to be an admission that, yes, indeed, he accepts he drilled and reshaped my other front tooth without my permission.
This is all very complicated. I don't mean to make it so. [sighs]. The first crowns were too grey, as I told you. So, I got a second pair of crowns put in. During the week in the run up to the fitting of the second crowns (they take a week to prepare apparently), BOTH my front teeth fell out. Each on different days. Kinda upsetting. I was in a restaurant when the first front tooth fell out.I had been eating a hard cookie, which didn't help obviously, with the wisdom of hindsight. Yeah, it was a front tooth. I rushed over to the dentist in Beijing. The dentist put a post in and fitted the temporary crown back in again. And, then, during work, two days later, the other fucking temporary crown fell out and again, I had to go to the dentist immediately, this time, cancelling my fucking college class to go. What a pain in the fucking ass. My dentist wasn't in the dental practice that day. It was his day off. Some other guy dentist just glued the temporary fucking crown on and that night, as soon as I ate something, just something soft at McDonalds, it came loose again, necessitating another day off work and another trip to the dentist the following morning. So, yeah, all of this was fucking traumatic for me.
Anyway, I am not a happy customer. I'm just so so frustrated about this.
But, hey, let's move onto something optimistic again. It's nearly 3 o'clock in the morning. I've been writing this for over an hour. I'm entitled to go to bed soon. I've written about my/the resolution of the left ankle problem. THIS IS PROGRESS. Another example of progress, I've written about before. My ability these days to consciously orgasm. THAT IS HUGE PROGRESS. I can masturbate and jerk off once or twice a day. Twice yesterday. Nice. Something to look forward to. And, when you consider that before I came to China, I was, without a shadow of a doubt, suffering from mild depression, as well as living my play-it-very-safe lifestyle and consequently leading a do-nothing-at-all lifestyle and a so-so-boring lifestyle, this is mighty big progress. I'm enjoying life so much more now, perfect teeth or no perfect teeth. I'll soldier on.
Paul Carr
(*) That's a fucking understatement. He did a fucking shit job.
(**) Let me tell you something. I was even going to place a photo of my front teeth (before I discovered the fiasco) on my msn picture window with the caption. "Teeth Worth Defending". Well, that's not my plan now. That plan has gone out the door. [shakes head].
(***) I placed my trust in this dentist and, frankly, I fear the worst. I fear he abused my trust. Hence, the possibility, that he was dishonest with me, failing to tell me he chipped away at my good tooth by accident, then having fucking teeth crowns placed in he knew were too fucking dark, so that it would distract my attention from the damage he did to the fucking shape of my teeth.. He could do the teeth again and later, like he did actually, he will complain that, hey, I told him to make the teeth round. I did this by-the-way but I said for the one crowned front tooth only which was a little out of shape before. I told him to make the bottom edge rounder. That goes to show you how fucking little I know about teeth. Doh!!. [sighs]. Most normal teeth have a flat bottom edge. I know this from examining closely my students' teeth during the oral english examinations I have been giving each of these 350 or so students over the past 2 weeks. A lot of teeth. I know what fucking good shaped teeth are.(*********) I had at least one such good tooth before this dentist started playing God.
(****) Yes, he took a fucking photo of my front teeth and, the first time, he still couldn't get the right coloured crowns to match the other teeth around them. I should add though that there is some laboratory somewhere and a laboratory technician that prepares the crowns. He first takes an outside impression of the old tooth and an outside impression of the dentine after the enamel has been stripped off and sends instructions to the laboratory technician who prepares something. I'm not sure on exactly what the dentist does. But, I have reason to believe from my own unfortunate experience that the level of communication between these two teethcare professionals leaves a lot to be desired.
(*****) And, Jesus, these fucking teeth. Are they like, what, Chinese teeth or something? You know, I was planning on writing about this fiasco two weeks ago but I couldn't bring myself to do it until now. I've just been so disappointed and upset. And, I still am , let me tell you. Fucking devastated. I just have to soldier on.
(******). I still haven't asked him.
(*******). I will say, in fairness, the teeth aren't bad. Actually, they're pretty good. Maybe 7 out of 10. It's just that the failure of this doctor/dentist to communicate with me, like answering my questions, is so fucking annoying. It's like he's covering up something. [shakes head]. [sighs].
(********). I should say "disastrous incisors".
(*********). And, badly shaped teeth too.
. But, I'm not going to get into that in this post.






