If I didn't need them to eat, which I love doing so much, and I wouldn't look like a redneck without them, I'd just have all the teeth ripped straight out of my head.
Knowing that a filling was coming out of one of my molars, and knowing that it was the second time a filling had come out of the same tooth, I prepared myself for the need for a crown. What I did not prepare myself for was the Novocain numbness of my lower left eyelid (although I am thankful for the enormous amounts of drugs the dentist so graciously injected) nor did I prepare myself for the bruising of my left check.
Let's just say it was an experience. One that I'll be able to repeat in a mere 10 days when I return for my permanent crown. In the meantime, my temporary crown has no actual bite (the best thing to do right now is to run your tongue across the bottom of your teeth. Feel how they're all groved? Yeah, my temporary crown doesn't have that), so it feels like I have a Chiclet in line with the rest of my teeth. It's an odd sensation.
I guess I shouldn't sit around putting baby marshmallows in my mouth acting like they're Frankenstein teeth a la the photo to the right. Not that the sugar in those marshmallows would have anything to do with two fillings falling out of the same tooth. No, not at all.
L.
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What you've got, my friend, is a hematoma. It's what I'm hoping I won't give every patient that sits in my chair! Argh! My friend Callie got one the other day while we were practicing....he he he.
Oh, you're kidding me, right? It has an actual name?
I thought about you while I was in the "chair". I wished you were there to tell me that everything would be OK. I trusted the woman standing there--but not like I would have trusted you!
I'll call you before my appointment for some pointers!
L.
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