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dental work
I find myself bored at work - yes really! I have pretty much accomplished all of the important stuff that has been waiting on me. All that's left is silly, non-time-sensitive paperwork. Whee. :P
Therefore, I will ramble on about my recent dental work. Heh.
So I had this root canal in late March, 2002. I never went back to have a crown put atop it, so later that summer while eating soup some of the dead tooth crumbled and fell out, leaving me with half a dead tooth in the back of my mouth. It took me until a few months ago to finally have affordable dental insurance and see someone about it. So Tuesday, I submitted myself to my dentist's skill at finally getting a fake tooth (crown) to fill up that spot.
In order to do this, she had to grind down the remaining bits of that tooth until it was a flat, smooth bump. It was REALLY weird. And the whole time I was on edge, anticipating pain, even though I knew that there were no more nerves in that tooth due to the root canal! Hard to shake that kind of fear, I guess.
Then a really nasty-tasting piece of what looked like sticky-tack was stuck in that area to make an impression; I bit down on it to squish it into place, etc. The dentist then took it out and began sculpting it. There was no other word. She turned this barely-formed gob of gummy stuff into a hardened tooth cap with her drills and sanders. It was art in the middle of my dental work, and really turned my head on end. I never thought about that part of the profession. It took a long time, but finally we had a good fit and secured it with some kind of cement.
All that - and this is the temporary crown. I gotta go back sometime to get the real one done, which requires some kind of impression. This one won't stand up to sticky candies but the real one will.
So, that's my fascinating dental work story. Now there's a tooth in my mouth again where the hole used to be, and it's very weird. I'm so not used to it.
Therefore, I will ramble on about my recent dental work. Heh.
So I had this root canal in late March, 2002. I never went back to have a crown put atop it, so later that summer while eating soup some of the dead tooth crumbled and fell out, leaving me with half a dead tooth in the back of my mouth. It took me until a few months ago to finally have affordable dental insurance and see someone about it. So Tuesday, I submitted myself to my dentist's skill at finally getting a fake tooth (crown) to fill up that spot.
In order to do this, she had to grind down the remaining bits of that tooth until it was a flat, smooth bump. It was REALLY weird. And the whole time I was on edge, anticipating pain, even though I knew that there were no more nerves in that tooth due to the root canal! Hard to shake that kind of fear, I guess.
Then a really nasty-tasting piece of what looked like sticky-tack was stuck in that area to make an impression; I bit down on it to squish it into place, etc. The dentist then took it out and began sculpting it. There was no other word. She turned this barely-formed gob of gummy stuff into a hardened tooth cap with her drills and sanders. It was art in the middle of my dental work, and really turned my head on end. I never thought about that part of the profession. It took a long time, but finally we had a good fit and secured it with some kind of cement.
All that - and this is the temporary crown. I gotta go back sometime to get the real one done, which requires some kind of impression. This one won't stand up to sticky candies but the real one will.
So, that's my fascinating dental work story. Now there's a tooth in my mouth again where the hole used to be, and it's very weird. I'm so not used to it.
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