Meeting Vicki Ball is all about the smiles – lots of them. She’s generous with her compliments, can’t wait for her next holiday adventure and has the most infectious of laughs.
Her company is light and she’s gushing with the praise about her new look.
A retired community midwife who was based at the former Wordsley Hospital, the bubbly 60-something-year-old is quick to affirm: “I love my new teeth and they look natural, don’t they?”
Adding: “You can’t tell they’re not my own,” Vicki admits her smile has not always been her favourite attribute.
“I’ve always had trouble with my teeth; even as a young girl they crumbled and my gums used to bleed. Even though I was diligent about looking after them, they still let me down,” she adds.
Two years ago, Vicki finally lost her remaining teeth. “I really don’t know why my teeth were so bad, but I was the youngest of eight children and I understand my mother’s priorities did not include teaching me how to brush my teeth. She had more pressing priorities of how she was going to put food on the table,” Vicki recalls.
A teenager by the time she had her first toothbrush, she is convinced she couldn’t have done more to save her teeth.
“For the last 18 months, I’ve put up with ill-fitting and badly made dentures. My gums were always sore and the bottom denture was unstable.
“My top teeth I could secure with a fixative, but for the bottom, it was a waste of time – as soon as I had anything to eat the stability was over,” says Vicki.
Her diet became restricted, avoiding beef and crispy fruits like apples.