This is the third in an ongoing series of ridiculousness that goes back more than five years. You can read parts one and two as well. When we last left our heroine, she was recovering from gum surgery and waiting for a new permanent crown on tooth 19. At that point, I already knew I wouldn't be returning to CHARLES PIKE IN OAKLAND, FL (hello, Googlers), having been disappointed with all of his work on both me and Scott except for my wisdom tooth extractions. So I paid what I had to to get the crown completed, and crossed my fingers that I wouldn't need any further dental work before the new calendar year when I could find a new dentist.
A few weeks ago, I noticed a little bit of the familiar "old man denture smell" coming from that side of my mouth, but it never once occurred to me that the cause was the same ol' tooth. Today, I was given a bag of Swedish Fish and grabbed a few after finishing my lunch. I bit down on one on the left side of my mouth, and when my mouth opened I felt the crown lift right out of my mouth.
For those of you doing the mental math, that's less than eleven months.
My "permanent crown," after two dentists, an endodontist, and a periodontist, lasted less than eleven months.
I called the new dentist and they were able to squeeze me in this afternoon. And then I started reading up on my dental benefits. I knew that they wouldn't pay anything else for the crown for that tooth for 5 years, and I sure as heck knew I wouldn't be returning to CHARLES PIKE IN OAKLAND, FL even though the crown was still under some sort of warranty there. By the time I got to the dentist, I had pretty much decided that if this was going to be anything more than a simple re-cementing that I was going to have the tooth removed and would get an implant (for which insurance would pay 50%).
Thank goodness the tooth stump was not cracked or decayed, and the dentist was able to re-cement the existing crown back into place (with something a little stronger than Elmer's... I asked!). My mouth is still a little sore, having been poked and prodded and scraped, but not even enough to warrant taking any ibuprofen.
To be continued...?