Me and My Troublesome Mouth

 Before, or very early in my whole tooth replacement saga, my "regular" dentist told me that a crown on one of my lower teeth (last one on the left) was beginning to crack, and would have to be replaced.

Yesterday, the process began.  I have never screeched and waved my hands during a dentist visit.  Yesterday, SCREECH.  And she couldn't stop, because this was removing the old crown.  It.  Was.  Excruciating.  But we got it done, and she warned me that it would probably be tender for up to a week.  I was given some gel to put on my gum, and released into the wild.  Last night, I was primed to call the office this morning and ask to be seen post haste.  If my upper teeth even grazed that one, there was ⚡️nerve pain.⚡️

Today it's better, which saved me a phone call and some money.  All my chewing has moved to the right side, as the left is obviously tender.  I go back in three weeks for the permanent one.  It may be gold, which is apparently stronger than porcelain.  These left side teeth take a grinding from stress.