I went to the dentist today to get a crown. I have kind of bad teeth, but fortunately, I have a good relationship with my dentist. He does good work.
Counting this new one that is in temporary form, I have six crowns. For me, getting a crown is not really that much worse than getting a filling. Getting a root canal (I’ve had that done twice), well, that’s an entirely different thing.
Things went as well as can be expected, but there was one torturous moment when the dentist and the dental assistant made small-talk– with me, in theory, but since my mouth was numbed and filled with some kind of epoxy that takes an impression of the tooth being repaired, I was more of an observer than a participant– about Twinkies, Ho-Hos, and the Atkins diet. Awful.
Well, I guess you had to be there.
Anyway, I used that and the pain to justify an extra-special post-dentist treat. It always includes some kind of chocolate, but today, it was a Lake Champlain bar, Dark Chocolate with Almonds. It didn’t quite make up for it, but close.
Now I had better do some sit-ups or something.