Lost a filling yesterday afternoon, and had to go the dentist. No big deal, right? Quick nerve block, drill out the failed filling and any new decay, pack with amalgam, see ya bye. Right? Except all of a sudden they're talking about root canals and crowns and all other manner of crimes against humanity.
There were a number of technical difficulties. These culminated in an "easy last step" during which they took an acrylic mold of my repaired teeth from which to mold the permanent crowns.
And then they couldn't get it off.
Seriously. It took two hours, a heavy drill bit, a pair of pliers, a load of elbow grease, a cathartic amount of suffering and, eventually, an additional nerve block to get this lump of steadily hardening super-glue out of my poor mouth. They had to destroy the fucking thing to get it off, along with a fair amount of soft tissue on my gum and cheek. And then, of course, they had to cast another one.
So I'm sitting at home today with some pain pills, flashing on this:
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