7th December 2022
I returned to the dentist to have my permanent crowns fitted. I thought it was just a simple procedure, flip the temporary ones off, and glue on the new ones, in and out in thirty minutes, how wrong I was.
I sat in the big chair, mouth open as an assistant had a go at taking the temps out.
She held the pliers tight and started wiggling, it felt like she was trying to pull my tooth out.
Finally there was a crack as half of one of the temporary crowns broke off. She then muttered something about getting the doctor to look at the rest.
I sat there, my tongue rubbing over the jagged area, waiting for the doctor to appear.
Ten minutes went by, he appeared in a flowing light blue plastic mac. He took his trusty pick and after a couple of flicks off they came.
Next was the trial fit, the crowns fitted neatly, but I had to now wait for an X-ray to check if they have seated properly.
That seemed to go well, so next he them, gave them a good clean and added the cement. A quick drying of the teeth and in they went. He pushed them down hard, almost dislocating my jaw, he then cured the cement with ultra violet light.
Then started an hour long process of chipping the cement that oozed out and dried. The hardest part was removing the slag between the teeth. They would chip away then take an X-ray to see if they had removed everything.
They must have taken eight blasts until they were happy that everything was cleared.
I walked out feeling that I’d been in a massive fight, hopefully I’ll be back to normal quickly.
With all those rays I bet I’ll glow in the dark for the next year.
Another Lifetime to go 