I guess I am a king now. I had a crown put in this morning, after limping around on a temporary molar for the past month. I'm still not ready to resume eating taffy or anything; something feels a little weird about the crown. It's as if it's a little too high in one spot. It seems to clear OK if my jaw is lined up straight but if I close my mouth with my jaw skruntched over to the left it bottoms out before the rest of my teeth come together.

That's hardly the end of my teeth problems. I'll have so many crowns by the time the dentist is done with me that they will have to name me emperor.

Labels: Dentists, Life