Well, I have to get another crown tomorrow. Ames told me I've got so much porcelain in my mouth, she's going to call me "Pottymouth" from here on.
But here's the deal: I've had this cracked tooth for years, and I've been told (by 3 dentists) to put off fixing it until it hurts. Fine. So in the last couple years, it's gone from hurting once in a while to hurting more frequently. Not constantly, not even close to constantly, but everytime I hit something hard on that tooth. Crushed red pepper is the worst: those seeds are small enough to escape notice, but when one gets in that molar, I know it.
So this morning, the last day before they grind it down and crown it, I hit a blackberry seed in my breakfast. That hurt. It's been a couple hours, and it still hurts. I couldn't have waited one more day...
My last crown was on a live tooth: they decided I didn't need a root canal. That sounds good, except I lost the crown a few months later in a sticky bun. Caramel on a live nub is not a pleasant feeling. So while I hope I don't need a root canal tomorrow, I'm not sure it would be a bad thing. Live tooth under a crown is like a ticking time bomb: crowns eventually come off, and that live tooth is all ready to let me know about it.