Crown of poo.

Yesterday I had the displeasure of going to the dentist for my first crown. I was rather nervous before the procedure, as I had no idea what to expect (and had deliberately not let myself do wild Google searches on “dental crown” therefore making myself even more crazy about the whole thing). So I sat down in the cushy dental chair in a state that I wish I could be in more often in my life: the state of complete and utter ignorance.

I don’t really want to rehash the details, but suffice to say, the novacaine shot hit a nerve (wow, that was unpleasant), the smell of tooth grinding coupled with feeling little flecks of tooth hit the un-numb part of your mouth was not so great, but otherwise I couldn’t feel a goddamn thing since I was so freaking numb. :) It has, however, been rather tender and painful ever since the novacaine wore off and I didn’t sleep so well the first night after the procedure.

Now I have a funny looking flat tooth in the back of my bottom right jaw that currently has a plastic temporary crown placed on top of it. It looks like a miniature ice-skating rink.

I am going to try not to crack any more teeth in the future. I advise you all to do the same.