Tuesday, June 12, 2018
The Dental Bling
I've been trying to figure out how to photograph this dry cleaning shop -- I love the name and those jazzy dancers on the sign. (I don't think cotton typically requires dry cleaning, but who am I to quibble?) Unfortunately there's a bus shelter in front of it, so a straight-on photo in my normal fashion is out of the question. Hence, the angled shot, which isn't terrible.
I went back to the dentist yesterday to have my new crown, um, installed? (Is that the right word?) I got there promptly at 9 a.m. and as I sat in the waiting room reading David Sedaris I realized I was hearing the song "Show Me Love" again, just like last week. What are the odds? They must have a mix CD on repeat, which probably makes the receptionist crazy. Or maybe there's a different mix for each day of the week and I just happened to hear the Monday mix twice.
There's my crown, on what I believe is a scary model of my own teeth. The dentist acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to want a picture of it. The crown itself is kind of pretty, isn't it? Very shiny. I feel like I should walk around with my mouth open so people can appreciate it.
And unfortunately I may have to, because now that it's installed I can barely close my mouth. I think the crown is too high, because seriously, my other teeth don't quite come together the way they did before. I initially felt like it was even affecting my speech, as if I were holding a marble in my cheek. The dentist says it will feel large for three or four days, but because it's gold and somewhat soft, my chewing will reshape it slightly and it will become more comfortable. If not, he said, I can always go back.
As much as I'd like to hear "Show Me Love" one more time, I want to do my best to stay away from the dentist for a while.