I have a new tooth! Hurrah! It feels beautiful. I like running my tongue over it. It feels so smooth. The old one was rough and decayed with two fillings, one had collapsed, and the other felt sharp and protruding. Now though, I have a beautiful new one. I munch with it; I chew; I masticate.
I now have three crowns (one either side on the bottom jaw and one top left). How they make these things is remarkable and I’m told it should (provided I look after it) last for twenty years. It might even outlive me, but I doubt it.
On my initial visit to yet another NHS dentist (gosh there have been so many) I was asked how things are; “have you had any problems?”