As I mentioned in an earlier post, I had made appointments
for me and my husband to go see the dentist.
Being a terrible coward, I fretted and whined the entire time because it
had been more than twenty years since I had been to the dentist and I was afraid
that I would need extensive (and expensive) dental work.
As it turned out, this was not the case. My teeth and I are doing fine. And, while I still don't like going to the
dentist, It is not something that I am afraid of any longer.
My husband had lost a hunk of tooth from one of his back
molars, and, as expected, he needed a crown.
Poor guy. It must have been
painful having a hunk of tooth missing, but he never whined or complained. I admire that, even though I don't emulate his
behavior.
Our new dentist explained what to expect when you need a
crown and made the first appointment for Monday, December 3rd.
The appointment day came and I went with my husband for
moral support. It was my day off and I
didn't have anything better to do, anyway.
The weather was cool and I was wearing my new, but slightly uncomfortable
tennis shoes. (Note to self, never buy
shoes if they aren't 100% comfortable right out of the box!) I thought about going for a walk, but decided
against it because I'm a puss when it comes to cold weather, my feet hurt, and,
most importantly, I wasn't sure how long the procedure would last. I ended up sitting in the waiting room
flipping through a variety of glossy magazines and wondering how many germs
were lying in wait and exactly how many people had leafed through those same
magazines and if they had washed their hands after they had gone to the
restroom.
Time went by fairly quickly and in less than eighty minutes
my husband was returned to me as good as ever, maybe even a little improved
seeing as the gaping hole in his tooth was (temporarily) fixed. He even showed it to me when we got back to
the car and the temporary crown they had put in blended well with the rest of
his teeth.
Impressive!
Now, he still has to go back on the seventeenth of December
to get the permanent crown installed. And
that will hopefully be the last I have to see of the dentist until my six month
check-up in May. *knock on wood*
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