Back in September I lost half a front tooth. I'd like to claim that it was knocked out in a fight over a leggy blonde, but it wasn't.
I have my mothers teeth........(cue the jokes), which have vertical cracks, and a misaligned lower front tooth has caused the left front upper to fracture straight down the middle on the crack.
The first patch lasted 24 hours. The second patch lasted one month, but was taken out by a delicious ham sandwich in Cornwall, and so for the past month I've been goofy. (cue the jokes).
Today was DC day. A separate filling, a smooth down of another tooth, and a grind down of the lower front tooth which caused the problem in the first place.
So off we went. First the upper rear gum injection, a short wait then a filling, smooth and grind down. So far so good.
Next the preparation for the crown. First two injections of, in the dentists words, fast acting anaesthetic. Yes it was. The needle up the gum wasn't so bad but the one into the roof of the mouth was an experience. But really no pain. The worst thing was the gumshields full of plasticene to get the 'impressions' Boy were they uncomfortable. And then some extra plasticene freehand. I couldn't quite work out the sequence of events. Then lots of drilling . Lots.
Eventually the temporary crown was in place and after an hour and ten minutes, having had a gobful of plastic, I staggered home for a slug of brandy and port, on Budster's recommendation.
Mind you, plenty of sympathy from MrsW, and I'm milking that for all I can. Of course there are far worse things out there............
