I survived my first crown on my tooth. This is a big deal considering how petrified I am of the dentist. They sent me away with a 800 mg Motrin and said I will probably be sore tomorrow. But as I mentioned in my earlier Florida trip post, I lost half a tooth on New Years Eve. Eating a water chestnut. And as my parents and grandpa said "Honey, those things happen as you get older." Not sure which I'm supposed to feel worst about - the crown or my parents calling me old.
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