I chipped the rear of a crown before we left on our trip. Nothing much, I thought. I’ll go fix it when we return. Time to fix things was last week, and I called to make an appointment.
Today he peered in and agreed with me. I would have to floss carefully, but it would last till next year. Just as I was leaving he said, “Let’s take an ex-ray.” And so we did.
The problem wasn’t the break at the end of the crown, it was the cavity under the front. There’s a good sized depression there that I am always fighting with….every meal leaves it’s detritus. The worse news is that the crown in front of the broken one is cracked. No cavity tho. This is good. I won’t tell you, but I did pay for it all…all, and came home to a smushy lunch.
Sometimes smushy chicken salads are the best things going.