Mouthing Off

Well, I'm back from the dentist. Again. It wasn't actually very painful -- all hail the goddess Novocaine! -- but it wasn't exactly a walk in the park, either. They showed me what my tooth looked like after they removed all the decayed bits, and it wasn't more than a bare enamel skeleton surrounding a great big empty space. The stuff they filled it with is a slightly different color, so you can see what's filling and what's tooth, and, as far as the above-the-gum part goes, I've pretty damn near just got an artificial tooth there now. Which would be cool, I guess, if a tooth were the sort of body part whose near-replacement would let you tell people, "Hey, I'm a cyborg!" But it's not.

And I'm not done yet, either. I'm gonna have to go back in the fairly near future and get a crown put over the thing. Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls: do not wait for two years between dental visits!

The most annoying thing at the moment, though, is that I'm starting to feel hungry, and I can't really eat anything until I get to the point where I can actually feel my mouth again...