Saturday, August 10, 2019
Sorry I didn't write yesterday. I had an appointment with a dentist. A specialist I didn't really need. One of my crowns came off. I went to the dentist who put it on to get it put back on. He sent me to the specialist sharing his office. The specialist wanted a lot of money. He would do the prep in the morning and put the crown on that afternoon. I went in at nine. Shots. Mouth stretching. Sharp pains. Jaw breaking. But there was none of the old ways here other than the needles and the pain. The specialist put a tiny camera in my mouth and began taking pictures. There was no molding materials, just pictures.
I was hurt and worn out when I finally showed up at the factory. Then I started wondering. I'll bet they print the new crown on a 3D printer, I said.
When I went back in the afternoon, the tooth wasn't ready. It was still in the oven, they said, baking. Come back in an hour. I asked, and it was true. They printed it from the pictures of my teeth.
When I went back, the tooth was ready. The specialist put it in. It felt about three times as big as my other teeth. I said so. He kept grinding it down to make it fit with the molar above. I was dizzy, sweaty, and spinning. Is it o.k.? he asked. I didn't know. It felt awful. I asked if I could just try it out for the weekend. Sure, he said. He was ready to go home.
This morning, it feels better in my mouth--mostly. Maybe it will take awhile to get used to it. It still feels big. I don't know.
I won't tell you the price. I am embarrassed by it. All of it.
Is this what it is like to get old in a new world?