Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond. ~Miguel de Cervantes, Spanish writer
A few days ago, I was brushing my teeth when I felt something small and hard in my mouth.
Fearing the worst, I spit it into the sink: yep, it was part of a filling from one of my bottom back molars.
I got into the dentist’s office that very day so he could take a look.
My first crown, something tooth-colored that would cover and save my natural tooth.
When I told the Domer that night, he quipped, “Does that mean I have to call you ‘Your Highness’ now?”
It was a week before my dentist could tackle this job. A week during which I babied my tooth, opted not to blow my flute, refused to use my electric toothbrush, and all sorts of other things I hoped would forestall mouth pain during the wait.
The day of the procedure, my dentist numbed my mouth on the side where the work was to be done, then filed away the part of my tooth preparatory to the crown installation. What was left looked like a dining table with a silver top from the filling already there.
The next step was taking digital pictures of my tooth so the new crown could be matched as to color, size, and placement.
Sometimes, dental crowns are a multi-week job, with the filing and placement of a temporary crown during the first visit and the rest of the work sometime later.
I’m fortunate. My dentist has the capability of making crowns on-site, and I got to watch the machine spinning the porcelain cube around as diamond drills filed out my crown. Then, it went into a heater, where temperatures in the super-high degree range shrank it to the proper size.
I’d planned on working on my novel-in-progress while this was taking place, but the process was so fascinating, I’m afraid I didn’t get anything done!
When the crown was ready, I was escorted back into the chair. The top tooth was filed so the new crown would fit properly, and the “tiara” was cemented into place.
Definitely NOT an inexpensive procedure, but gee, it’s kind of cool having a “white” tooth again, rather than all that silver filling I used to have.
And of course I’ll answer to “Your Majesty”!