I’ve talked about my latest dental issues, where I’ve needed two crowns. Today was the day I went to have the two of them seated on my teeth. Driving over, Mary said, “I bet you’ll be out in less than an hour.” I wish I had taken that bet.
My appointment was at 2:00. I go in and the assistant, D, gets the temporary crowns off my teeth and tries the new crowns. One fits great; the other, not so well. I can feel it keep slipping around as she tries to put it on. “Okay, hang on a minute,” she says, and disappears.
In the time she’s gone, I managed to go to the restroom, play two games of Scorpion (solitaire), do a sudoku, and play a game of 2048, all on my phone. So, you know it was a good twenty minutes to half an hour before the dentist and D return. (I understand there was a dental emergency, so it’s not really their fault.) The dentist tries putting the troublesome crown on my tooth; after five minutes of both her and D’s fingers in my mouth, she says, “You’re not going to believe this. It doesn’t fit. I have to call the lab.”
So they leave the room, I go to the restroom again, do another sudoku, and am in the middle of another game of 2048 when they return and tell me they need to retake the mold of my tooth for the knuckleheads at the lab. This process, incidentally, requires they wrap string around the tooth post and push it under the gums, as I described here. D pokes and prods and tucks the string around my tooth, and the doctor returns. Before she pulls the string out, I ask her why they do that. She tells me it’s so they get a better impression for the lab, which in theory makes their job easier and the crown fit better. Okay, fine.
After ten minutes of having my mouth full of the silicone they use to take the impression, they take it out and go to work on the other tooth, the one for which the crown was built correctly. After cleaning the tooth and blowing it dry with air several times, D hands the crown to the doctor. She puts it in my mouth and tells me to bite down.
She reaches into my mouth and takes out the crown, which is now in several pieces. “I don’t know how you did it. They’re made of zirconia. We’re going to have to take another impression.”
To make a long story short…
- My appointment started at 2:00, and I didn’t get out of there until 5:00;
- They have to rebuild both crowns;
- I have the old temporaries in; and
- I have an appointment for two weeks from today to get the new new crowns fitted.
I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.
Ever have a dental appointment go sideways like this?
10 thoughts on “This Has Not Been a Good Day (or, Another Trip to the Dentist)”
Yikes! The end.
For now, anyway…
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How in the world did you break that crown? You were jinxed for that visit.
We have a dentist here in town who takes the impression and then makes the permanent crown right there while you wait. I don’t know of any other dentist who does that.
I hope you have better luck at the next visit!
Another dentist, one I know in real life, has a dentist who has that equipment. I asked this one, and they said they don’t have the space or the money for that, although it looks like they have tons of space in the office.
If I have another visit like I had on Monday, I’m looking for a new dentist.
I feel your pain. No one likes visiting the dentist, certainly not for a three hour appointment. The one problem I usually have is Novocaine wearing off and I start feeling the drilling. I hate when that happens.
My mouth usually stays dead long enough for them to finish the drilling, then comes back to life pretty quickly after that.
My reaction is: Why bother? I have a dental appointment tomorrow too. I hate going to the dentist.
I was ready to give her a piece of my mind. I’ve been to five dentists over the course of fifty years (started when I was nine) and I’ve never had problems like this. I mean, if I had been going to her for a while, it would be one thing, but I just started going to her, and she came highly recommended by a friend.
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