Another Crown

I've been dealing with a broken tooth for the better part of seven years now. And it was time to pay up this morning.

I actually tried to get in to get it fixed prior to our trip to Boston a few years ago, but there was another tooth in worse shape.

So I showed up bright and early, 7:30, at the dentist's this morning. Unfortunately (and you never want to use that adverb when referring to a trip to the dentists . . . or to a tattoo shop either I suppose), I didn't get out of the chair until 10!

Part of the already broken tooth broke off even more. They tried to get a mold twice, but each time something wasn't right. So they decided to redo the entire procedure. More Novocain and drilling and the worst tasting goop in the world.

But the third time was the charm and the final mold was perfect.

Unfortunately, that left most of the left half of my face feeling like stone. Now my tooth is a bit grouchy. The dentist said after the better part of three hours of wrenching on it, the tooth would be a bit angry.

I'll just be glad not to have to deal with that broken tooth!