Going Dental...all Over the Place:Part Deux

So, a couple of weeks ago I blogged about going dental all over the place at the dentist. Well, it happened again--only this time it was the dentist going dental...okay...and maybe a little bit of me.

Last week, as I enjoyed a burrito, some peach salsa and chips--my temporary cap fell off and I unknowingly swallowed it.

There was really no time for me to be engaging in said shenanigans as it truly was the week from hell {the busy-ness of it all astounded me--and my family, my house and my cat, Elvis}.

Needless to say, swallowing a cap wasn't a genius move on my part.

The next morning, I called to make an appt with my dentist. As curse the luck would have it, they could squeeze me in right away. Even luckier was that my new porcelain cap was ready to go--so I wouldn't have to deal with another temp.

Now, I wasn't going to tell them what happened to the cap. It definitely wasn't one of my finer moments. But, for some reason when the nice little hygienist asked me what had happened to my temp--I found myself jokingly confessing that I had swallowed it.

"I bet that happens all the time," I said.

"Ummm, no," she answered. "I think you may be the first I've heard of.

{Oh, c'mon. She looked like she was about 15 --I was probably like

her fourth patient ever.}

Awkward silence.

More awkward silence.

"It looks like summer is finally here," she said.

And so it turned to weather.

With the riveting conversation behind us, it was time to prep my tooth for the cap--she cleaned it, dried it, buffed, and slid it on--it fit like an

OJ Simpson glove.

Then, she called for the dentist. As he walked in the room, he said, "Mix the cement."

Professional that he is, he opted to not try and fit the cap on before cementing it on.

Hygienist applied cement.

Dentist jammed cap onto back tooth...

...and said "bite down on this (big piece of gauze) for the next 5 minutes."

I was feeling pretty proud of myself--because really the only "gone dental" thing I had done was confess to my swallowing of the temp. I didn't have a single outbreak of craziness...

...Until the timer went off and she removed the big piece of gauze I was biting down on.

"Umm...this cap isn't on right," I said.

"Oh, I'm sure it's just the cement settling," the teenager hygienist answered.

"Uh. No. I think he put it on backwards," I answered, worriedly.

She ran out of the room to get the dentist.

Enter, the Dr. Kevorkian dentist.

He apologized as he yanked the cap off...had the hygienist prep the tooth again...and this time came in and fitted it before he cemented it.

{By the way, he brought in a different hygienist for the cementing part -- like it was her fault that he put it on backwards.}

Then, the unthinkable happened again. I'm not kidding. He fitted the cap. It was fine. She cemented it. He jammed it on again and told me to bite down. And it was on Backwards. Again. It was like I was in the dental school version of "Groundhog Day."

I said, "I think it's on backwards again."

"Are you numb?" he asked, as he yanked it off again. "These caps can sometimes be tricky."

I thought, "I'll give you tricky." (and no--I wasn't numb).

He added a bit more cement--put the cap on the right direction and left me to set up.

No. "Sorry--I'm an idiot. "
No. "See ya in 6 months."
No. "Wanna free teeth whitening kit?"
Nothing.

I don't know what I expected.

Maybe a referral to

a new dentist?