So, I had a follow up apointment for my dental implant. As you may recall, I have really good teeth--no cavities--but my childhood dentist slipped while trying to pull a molar and he hit me in the uppers with the pliers. Long and short, sicne that is the only trauma I suffered that could have affected the tooth in question (in the front, of course), my current dentists assume that I suffered a very fine fracture that slowly cracked over decades. The good news is that I suffered no pain, but I suddenly had a really loose tooth earlier this year.
Fast forward to today, which, I thought was the day I would be getting my permanent crown. No. Instead, they removed the temporary and did something, looked to see how I was healing, did something else, took two sets of impressions, etc., and then put the fucking temporary back on. When I said to the dentist that I was under the impression that this implant procedure was a two-day ordeal (I did not say ordeal, but I was thinking it), he said "well, it's pretty remarkable what we can do in only three months, blah, blah, blah." I know that. But I was told it was a two-step process and one of the advantages of going to this practice was that everything would be wrapped up in three months--not four. Long and short, I don't get the crown until October 17th. Which means another fucking visit.
Remember that scene in "Little Shop of Horrors?" You know, the one where Steve Martin plays a dentist and does a twisted song and dance routine? He nailed it. I bet dentists see that and laugh and laugh. But not like we do.