Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Queen is Crowned

I had to get a crown on my molar the other day.  I've been dreading this since my dentist told me I would need a crown, like, two years ago.  It ruined my Sunday, knowing that I'd have to have two hours of dental work.  It still makes me make a disgusted face, even though its over now. 

Luckily, because my dentist does not want to get beat up by me again, he prescribed me xanax before my appointment.  He also has noise cancelling headphones, and he encouraged me to bring my iPod and listen to whatever I wanted.  I love him.  It doesn't hurt that he's cute as a button, but its mostly the prescription drugs.

I wore my comfy yoga pants, I made a special playlist called "Crown" and I took my little pills and into the chamber of horrors I went.  I sat on my hands while he gave me the Novocaine shots, and that was the worst part.  I listened to my music, I turned it up when the drilling got loud, and was high as a kite. 

My mom picked me up and drove me home, and I got into bed and slept for four hours.  It was glorious. 

I have this temporary plastic crown now, and the permanent one wont come for three weeks.  I don't know if I'm going to have to take xanax again when they put the permanent one on, but I'm already getting the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.  My jaw is a little bit sore, and that's not that big a deal, but I bit down on the crown yesterday, and it was soft food, and it hurt.  Is this normal?  Should I call my dentist and tell him my molar hurts?  I'm going on vacation in in two weeks, before my permanent crown, and I'm scared to be away from my cute, understanding, drug-precscribing dentist. 


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