I had my dentist appointment this afternoon to check out the crown I broke.  It went surprisingly well.  For once, Murphy took a day off.

After they took me back, the dental assistant took a look at it and took an x-ray and declared that while she couldn’t make an actual diagnosis like the dentist can, it was her thought that I would need a whole new crown.  Dammit.

However, when the dentist came back, he took one look at it and declared “I can fix that.”  And so he did.  It feels as good as new and just like it did before the dastardly popcorn incident.  I have to admit I’m pretty impressed.

My wallet is also thankful.  Instead of $650, it only cost me $147.  Hallelujah!  That is, of course, unless my insurance company decides to be a bastard and fight it. 

So overall, it was a good day.  But I just realized that I lied.  Mr. Murphy did make an appearance today.  On my way to the dentist, I was a bit nervous (hate going to the dentist and was running late) and was chewing gum.  Let me tell you, that is not a good combination.  I bit my tongue hard enough to make it bleed.  I’m such a klutz, I know.