So, this past week has been spent deciding whether or not I needed a tooth implant. I had a bad habit in high school of eating lots of Mike and Ikes. Lots. Tons. By the truckfull. Well, I paid for it right before my mission with several root canals and crowns. Flash forward 15+ years later and one of my crows got loose. My wonderful dentist Danny took it off and began cleaning what remained of my tooth.
To make a long story short, it was up to me to decide if I replaced the crown with another crown. But, without much tooth left for the crown to hang on to, it would probably not be a permanent solution. The other plan? Extract the remains of the tooth and drop a post into my jaw and put in an implant. I chickened out and got another crown. I realize that this new crown may only last a few years, but I was not ready to get implants. Yet.
On a sidenote--kind of sad day though as the old crown was pure beautiful gold. The new crown will not be. Inside my mouth resides 3 fabulous gold teeth (it used to be 4 before this one fell out). True bling in my mouth. So, now down to only 3. If anyone wants to see my old gold crown, feel free to stop by the house and take a look. It is on display. After a few months, I plan on taking it to the local pawn shop or 'Mail us your Gold' and reap the rewards of a gold tooth.