Go Retire Psychiatrist

I saw my regular dentist yesterday and the update is that what’s left of my tooth has to be pulled after I ripped off the crown with my superhuman strength. I was scheduled to see her at four in the afternoon. Funny, I thought the best time to see a dentist was at tooth-hurty.

There’s no rush. I’m not in pain because the x-ray showed I’d had a root canal (pretty unnerving, eh?) in that tooth probably over 40 years ago. Nowadays, crowns last about 10-15 years at most and end up looking like an old fishing hat.

I remember the last time I had teeth pulled. I still working as a consulting psychiatrist and while I was sitting at my desk eating lunch, I broke a couple of teeth. Must have been that potato chip. That was back in June of 2016, apparently when dentists were still pulling teeth in hospital dentistry. Nowadays the oral surgeons do that (you can’t handle the toooooth!).

I don’t recall it being especially painful and I turned around in the chair so I could take a picture of the teeth right after the deed was done. I had a fairly new iPhone and it had to go to a dentist because it had a Bluetooth.

 I think I went back to work the next day. I skipped the potato chips. The dentist did a great job, so he got a little plaque.

Since I’m pain-free, I have to wait until the end of next month before I can get this busted tooth pulled. What, do you have to get a judge’s order to get dental work done in a timely manner? Do you swear to pull the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth so help you Perry Mason?

Eventually, when the swelling goes down, I’ll get a removable acrylic partial denture so my smile will be detachable but my humor won’t be.