Mama Mia Chronicles

Well, I had a trip to the dentist yesterday. Actually it all started way back (few months ago), when I woke up with a toothache. I had a tooth that needed to be taken out, but I did not do it and it did not give me any problems so far, so I did not bather to do anything about it. Then, when the tooth started making me pay attention to its existence, in way only tooth can, I decided to subjugate myself yet again to the wonderful breed of people called- dentists, or "butchers" if you've ever mentioned them to me in person.

Now, I have a long history of encounters with these lovely people. I've had 7, now 8 root canals. So, my new dentist tells me I can either pull the tooth out or have another root canal and crown. I, the sucker I am, opted to save my tooth, so that the upper ones won't fall down. So, my dentist sends me to orthodontist for root canal, and to my wonderful amazement, I was done in half an hour, with minimal damages to the surrounding area of my tooth.

Now I go back to yesterday, where I went back to get my tooth ready for the crown. It took them 2 hours just to prepare it. They did give me local and I could still feel him drilling my gums in order to dig tooth out for the crown. Half way through it I was crying, drooling and chocking on my own blood. Nothing like a smell and taste of your own blood. After drilling for two hours I got up of the chair and felt like I've been beaten with the stick for two hours. Then I was late to pick up my child from preschool.

Anyway, to get back to the title of the post. Close to the end of the ordeal, my dentist looks at me and tells me that there is no enough room for porcelain crown. He said that my only option is gold crown. Thank Jesus, Mary and Joseph that this is the very last tooth in the back of my mouth. But yeah, I get to have a gold tooth. Now how twisted is that.

Ms D.