I hate going to the dentist. Even though I get my teeth cleaned twice a year and have dental work done at times, I dread every visit, especially my most recent one. After a move last September, I found a new hair stylist, new doctor, mechanic and favorite coffee shop right away … but the dentist, I saved him for last.
When I finally went in for a cleaning he clucked his tongue over two crowns a rouge dentist had put in six years ago. I had to get them replaced, he said while adding, “Hopefully, I can save the teeth.”
Imagine how anxious I was going in the next week for the procedure. As always, it took three shots of Novocain to numb me. Where most people get numb on one, three shots and 45 minutes of waiting barely does the trick for me.
Three hours later, he finished and told me I had to wear a temporary for three weeks to see if the teeth “settle down.” If not, I’d have to get a root canal. Even so, the dentist was won...(register to read more)