When I was teething I used to chew on Bonios - dog biccies and I carried on eating them until about six or seven. My nickname was Gnasher for a while. I had m

When I was teething I used to chew on Bonios - dog biccies and I carried on eating them until about six or seven. My nickname was Gnasher for a while. I had my four pre-molars removed aged 10 or 11 but my teeth were still too large for my gob. I wore a brace "spider" to try and move my upper incisors into something like the right place. I've had two of my wisdom teeth removed. One was impacted and the removal was a quite unpleasant ordeal over 45 minutes. At one point the (female) nurse put me in a hold that I (male) can only describe as a bit of a highlight but it was needed because breaking my tooth took a lot of grunt. The other was whipped out 20 years later before I even knew the dentist had got a grip on it. The pain relief from that extraction is nearly indescribable. I don't think that dentistry is quite as simple as we think. My problems seem to stem from when I was a toddler and cracked a baby incisor on a step. The tooth eventually "died" and went a bit weird. When it finally came out it had a huge root with a small hook on the end compared to the one next door to it. My teeth also seem to be too big for my jaw size. Incidentally my mum never used a dummy (pacifier) on her children. Ever.