somewhere in the universe, someone is making my tooth. what a strange job, no? my tooth is in someone’s hands this very instant.
i’m 30, and i’m getting my first crown. does that officially make me a princess? i don’t feel so royal chewing on one side of my mouth and avoiding gum, jelly beans, anything crunchy, bagels, blueberries and baguettes. i had no idea how many crunchy things i consumed until i had to cut them out. i had an idea of how much candy and chocolate i consumed, but i’ve been in denial about that until now. i don’t really miss them. but i do miss wheat thins when i get home.
in addition to my porcelain crown, i’m also getting a porcelain half crown. lucky me! i have temporaries in my mouth now. they’re very smooth. they feel like a piece of taffy permanently fused to my gum. i hope i never need any more.
i thought about getting all ghetto and going for the gold teeth. but my vanity won.
Comments (2)
That's one way of acquiring royal status!
Do you remember the crunchiness of baguettes from when you were in France? When I first got here I had a series of visits to the dentist because bits kept falling off my teeth.
In Cambridge my dentist was a small blonde Swedish woman and here my dentist is a small blonde Frenchwoman. I'll need to see her tomorrow because another tooth just lost in a crunchy encounter.
It'll be pasta this evening and probably not al dente either.
Posted by Patrick | avril 30, 2007 5:41 PM
Posted on avril 30, 2007 17:41
patrick, you are hilarious. my flatmate in reims warned me of the very same thing: killer baguettes. luckily i never had a problem but he told me how he'd broken a tooth once. there's a decent french bakery up the street from my apartment and while it provides excellent bread, it ain't france. :)
Posted by nikki c | avril 30, 2007 8:01 PM
Posted on avril 30, 2007 20:01