Well, with eating out on the agenda for Sunday, what happens Friday afternoon but, while I’m eating a very soft gummy vitamin, of all things, I pull the crown off the middle one of my left lower molars. The last time this happened, just before I moved to the apartment, the dentist gave me the option of having the tooth pulled or he could try putting the crown back on. I opted for the free solution. He squirted some goo underneath the crown, squooshed it back on, we let the goo set and I was good to go. He couldn’t venture to guess how long it would hold. Three years is not bad for something he expected not to last three weeks. Happened on a Saturday, last time.
Of course, my dentist’s office closes for the weekend on Friday at noon. This happened at about 3 o’clock. I left a message, called my dinner date and we rescheduled.
Having the tooth, a root canal, pulled would be a bummer unless I can get a dental implant, but one of those babies will run you a couple grand ($1000 to $5000 depending on what’s involved).
It may be that I’ll luck out and he can squirt goo underneath it and put the crown back on. If he can, I’m game.
I heard a rumble of thunder while ago. I’ll bet we didn’t get much if any rain out of it.