Trouble with Teeth!

My Mum and Dad had all their teeth pulled out at quite an early age, even though most of them (the teeth, not my parents) were in good condition.  And, so, they grinned their way through the rest of their lives with over-straight, over-white dentures that screamed "falsies" with every smile. Nowadays we live by the dentists dictum "we must always save the tooth".  Never mind that "said tooth" is giving a load of grief and is making itself quite unwelcome in the mouth of its host; whatever happened to "if thy right tooth offend thee, have it extracted straight away"!  Anyway, we have tried antibiotics, a re-profiling of my bite and now we are trying another antibiotic, that which is most dreaded by the wine lover, Flagyl. So, no alcohol for the next 7 days.  Ah well, at least I will be popular as the designated driver!