The new crown didn't fit no matter how much the dentist examined it, buffed it, drilled it. "There's a distortion in it," she finally said. "We'll send it back to be redone and you'll have to return when it comes back."
Then she got to work shaving down the other two crown candidates, after administering copious amounts of Novocaine to the left side of my jaw. Perhaps you know the experience--mouth wide open, head pushed way back in the chair, eyes focused somewhere on the lights overhead, the drill screaming, a scorched smell in the air, water rushing into your mouth from a tiny jet and being sucked back out again by a small nozzle.
The work was done, the two new molds were created and three temporary caps were emplaced, two on the left side and one on the right side. "For the next two weeks, try not to use either side of your mouth to chew with," the dentist joked.
Perhaps the end is now in sight. Besides what I had already paid, the fresh bill was $3,618.
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