Apparently, of course, as three of those where not my "original" ones.
Today, I am am happy there are no more there!
After a week of teeth that moved, a week of eating soup and youghurt, mostly, I can go to dentist, to ask to fix them again. Put back so I could smile again, as the French say with "plein dents".
Who would have believed of joys of part of my teeth falling! Not me. And soon, I will be able to make some joke of it. As it was because of a morning baguette that all this happened.