Because I know none of you have anything more important to worry about than my cracked tooth story . . . I want to report that I'm back from the dentist and I am smiling!
I went in for my appointment and the dentist asked me to tell her what was going on so I related my sad popcorn/cracked tooth tale. She said, "Okay, let's take a look."
The next thing she said was, "Oh gosh, ow, oh dear . . . "
Picture me in my prone position visibly sinking even farther into the dental chair.
But then she said, "Oh no, wait! That's not your tooth! It's a crown."
My crown had broken completely in half (I had no idea they could do that) and the one half was still securely fastened and the other half was the floppy, dangling part.
Then she asked her assistant for the "padded pliers", and pulled the broken part off/out. As much as I didn't like the sound of that, it didn't hurt.
That's why I didn't have any pain; my tooth hadn't broken but the crown had. (I am SO grateful for small blessings!)
She cleaned everything up and put on a temporary plastic half crown (at NO CHARGE, can you beat that?) and we made an appointment to get work started on a new crown in a couple of weeks.
So other than having to break into a couple of our piggy banks to come up with the $$$ to pay for the new crown, I'm feeling pretty good right now. I really truly had visions of having to have the tooth pulled, etc., etc. I feel everything turned out really well. (But I still don't have a taste for popcorn right now, thank you very much.)
The train to Looneyville is picking up speed.
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