I got two crowns yesterday!
Boy, I wish I could say they were made of gold and silver and that I wore them on top of my head. However, these were the ceramic kind that fit over what once were two perfectly good teeth. I can blame it on motherhood, sugar, or old age. The fact is, I'm starting to fall apart little by little. It's not as bad as it sounds though. I was thinking about it yesterday in the dentist's chair: what this means evolution wise, is that I should eat less food that needs to be ground up. That's right folks, I'm heading toward the applesauce, pudding, and oatmeal stage of my life. You can laugh all you want, but this is the reality of it all. Slowly but surely, my teeth are disintegrating along with the rest of me. Rewind back 10 years ago. I had perfect teeth all of my life until I had children. Maybe they needed the calcium more than I did while I was pregnant. Maybe I should have doubled up on vitamins. Whatever the case may be, I'm two less whole teeth than I was on Monday.
Which brings me to my next challenge: lunch.