I wish I could show you my new crown but my camera cable has gone missing. Quite mysteriously too. So, you'll have to live with pictureless posts until I get a new cable or camera.
But really, why would anyone want to see my crown, especially if it's one that sits snugly in my mouth? I'm talking about a dental crown of course.
It's funny how the fear of visiting the dentist has diminished greatly over the years. When I was young, I hated everything about the dentist, from the chemical smells to the horrible drilling sounds. The nurses and dentists were like monsters from hell and the dental chair was the torture chamber. The clanking sounds of the metal instruments, sterilising equipment and bright operatory light were so intimating and terrifying, especially to a little girl.
Then I grew up and realise that dentists can be rather charming people too. A visit to the dentist isn't that daunting anymore. If he's handsome and macho, even better. Today, I discovered that a dental injection doesn't hurt more than an ant bite if administered properly. The dentist was tugging so hard to remove the temporary crown that he decided to inject novacaine to reduce any discomfort.
I usually pop a painkiller before sitting on the dental chair but I forgot to do so today. Naturally, when I saw the needle, I was bracing myself for the worst. Surprisingly it didn't hurt very much.
So, here I am, crowing about my new crown when I certainly don't wish for another one no matter how macho the dentist is.