Lion and Lambs

Apparently I am going to need a category for this one.

I went to the dentist this morning to replace a temporary crown that I literally chewed off and swallowed, in the middle of a whole grain bread sandwich. So who notices the extra fiber?

I asked them to please use a metal temporary this time because I am being admitted to the hospital next week and they are going to provoke my episodes, which includes locking down of my jaw. (That is another story because it is lengthy) The dentist’s assistant went and talked to the him and came back with some plastic ones and tried to fit them into my mouth. Each one she tried, jammed into my gumline.

After forty-five minutes of grinding it, putting it in, taking it out, grinding, filling, glueing, drying, she cleaned up my mouth, sat me up, and said she would see me in two weeks. I told her the crown was not in my mouth. Unbelieving, she looked in my mouth and low and behold, no crown.

She went back, talked to the dentist and came back with a metal crown. In less than ten minutes, it was in and I was out of there.