Yesterday I had a morning dental appointment for the final stage of my recent crown. Fun times. When I was there a couple of weeks ago, I got FOUR shots – one in each quadrant of my mouth. It was not a pleasant visit.
One of the fillings I got was a 2nd or 3rd attempt by the dentist. I didn’t have to pay for it in a monetary sense, but believe me, I paid for it in the dentist chair. The tooth has been bothering me ever since. When I eat something crunchy, it hits some sort of nerve and sends me to the moon.
So, it occurred to me that I should probably tell him about it at my visit. (After I weighed it on the scale of … tell him and risk hearing, “we need to do a root canal and crown” or don’t tell him and have this wonderful nerve sensation every time I try to eat a blessed Triscuit.) The good news is he thinks it’s “root sensitivity” and a little Sensodyne should do the trick. (fingers crossed)
YEARS ago, before we even had kids, Jodi and White Cloud had us over for spaghetti one night. It really was good, but while I was chewing, I felt something that was much too firm for pasta. It was my back molar… and the result was my first crown. I always teased Jodi that it was her cooking.
Well, a couple weeks ago she texted me that she had broke a molar eating Red Hots. Turns out, it was the exact same tooth that I broke on the spaghetti. Can you say, karma?.
We support the same dentist… and upon her visit he told her she, of course, needed a crown, because as we like to say, “the dentist needs an office addition.”
She got her final crown yesterday too. Her appointment was an hour before mine. (We’ve been praying that the dentist didn’t get our permanent crowns mixed up - being the same tooth and all.)
We’ve got a little thing we do now that we’ve both got unlimited texting… we do play-by-play for each other at our appointments. It’s hilarious!
The girl needs to be on Twitter. Seriously. She cracks me up. If she doesn’t soon, I’ll be forced to publish some of her work here on my blog.