Dentists

I had to go to the dentist today to get a crown done. The molar had been bothering me for quite a long time, but with insurance and schedules we finally were able to start the process today. I have to make one comment right now.... "I HATE DENTISTS!" To me, visiting the dentist is like going in for medieval torture. I mean, the dentist could be the nicest, greatest guy/gal in the world but they still instill such dread in my heart. After 5 shots of novacaine in my jaw ("your jaw's gonna be a bit sore for awhile when the numbness wears off") we finally got things so that I didn't feel a lot in my tooth while the dentist was working on it. Ok, so I still felt a little bit, but after 5 shots I was just to the point of, "I'll grip the arm rests, just get this sucker done!" Well, there was a point when he was giving me the shots that he nudged my shoulder and said, "breathe, don't forget to breathe." Ok, so I WAS holding my breath. Now the temporary crown is on (it's a little high so my bite is off a bit) and I hope it lasts until the permanent crown is made by the lab. I have a history of losing the temporary crowns, and no, using toothpaste to stick them back on does NOT work, so my dentist sent me home with some glue and instructions to "mix the two, put a bit in the temporary crown and stick it back on." Since he's going to be gone for the weekend, I figured this was the best solution since I wouldn't be able to call him to put it back on should I lose it. I think I can handle this just fine. I'll be very glad when this one's fixed and I hope it's the last for awhile.