Whack A Mole
The other day a nice new cap, or crown, was placed on the tooth that received the root canal. It's actually the temporary. Go back in a few weeks to get the permanent one. It will be metal and porcelain.
When I jumped out of the chair I glanced in the mirror at it. I frowned when I realized it looked just as yellow and coffee stained as the rest of my set. "It matches all the others," I said out loud with dismay. The young lady, in a rather proud voice replied, "the permanent one will match even more."
I envy the stars who have all new shiny, white, straight perfect teeth. My Gabby likes her teeth. Maybe I should envy cat teeth instead.
Now that this molar is feeling good, another one feels like it is hurting. Seriously. And another feels a little sensitive. My jaw hurts too. Sometimes my back. Occasionally I think it's my gall bladder. Or my liver. I could just need that body system flush.
To think it all started with just one root canal.