Today I got a crown. Unfortunately, not the kind that goes on top of your head. This one goes on top of my ground-down tooth. I broke off a half-pea sized chunk of my back left bottom tooth. After seven or so shots of Novocain into my gums, my dentist began to grind away my tooth. I saw the same thick smoke and smelled the acrid smell, except it was coming out of my mouth this time in a much more intimate setting.
Getting a crown was near the bottom of the list of things I wanted to do today, but, for the next week or so, my back tooth is metal. That’s kinda neat, I guess.