Heavy Lies the Tooth That Wears the Crown.

Well, I'm back from my latest encounter with the dentist... And it was in some ways more annoying, and in other ways less annoying than I'd anticipated. To begin with, they were really short-handed at the dentist's office, and I had to sit in the waiting room for over an hour after arriving on-time for my appointment. And the people working on me kept being interrupted to deal with other things. On the other hand, apparently all the major pain and suffering took place during the prep work and the fitting of the temporary crown, because they didn't even give me any Novocaine this time. Which, I admit, made me nervous, because I kept worrying that they were underestimating the amount of agony involved, or perhaps they'd simply forgotten they were supposed to numb me. But, while there was a little pain, it was minimal enough that even a complete weenie like me can't reasonably complain about it. On the other other hand, though, it seemed to take them forever to grind the thing down to the point where it kinda-sorta fit in my mouth, and even now it feels very wrong and strange. It's hard to tell if that's because there's something wrong with the crown or the way it's fitted, or whether it's simply just that I'm not used to having it. So they stuck it in with temporary glue and told me to come back in a couple of weeks, and if it's OK they'll glue it in permanently, and if it's not, they'll see about fixing it. Sigh. And there I thought I was finally going to be done with dentists for a while...