new tooth crown
Today marked a momentous day in my life. I left the dentist with a brand new, permanent crown. The reason this is such a huge occasion is because I’ve had a bonded, half-chipped tooth in my mouth since I was 9. Today, that status has finally changed for good.

What is so weird about this new crown is knowing that I will never again see the tooth that was again. As I laid there in the chair, nervously gripping my shirt and arm, I grabbed the mirror the dentist gave me. His inquiry as to whether I wanted to see what was left was light-hearted because of a guy’s nature to want to see gross things. And, indeed, it was quite nasty. I had some blood around what was left of my chiseled down front tooth. It was nothing but a stub of what it used to be.

Now I’m left with this shiny, smooth new fake enamel of a tooth. And luckily, it matches all my other teeth so well that you would have no idea it wasn’t real. Technology really is amazing.

This is kinda of a closure to a life-long chapter that revolved around my accident. It was a silent transition.