After they started the happy gas, I texted my husband, which he found rather amusing. I didn't say anything particularly goofy though, I just wanted to share my happiness with him!
Once the drilling started I wasn't happy anymore though. Bleh! It was rather an ordeal, what with making multiple impressions plus some trouble with the cement on the temporary crown. There was a lot of poking, prodding, wrenching, and other unpleasantness. Once the gas wore off I drove home, numb and swollen.
I looked a bit like half a chipmunk, and once the Novocaine wore off I was really sore. Surprisingly so, actually. However when I went to work the next day and told my team about my painful mouth, my team (bless their obnoxious little hearts) gave me a Burger King crown (since I'd had a crown put in). I wore it for awhile, then found an excuse to pass it around the team room.
The obnoxious part is that now, a week later, my tooth is still tender. It hurts whenever I bite on it. Also, I have an actual bruise on my jaw line! A couple of days ago it looked like I got socked in the mouth. I asked M if he'd been hitting me in my sleep, and he said "Nothing you didn't deserve."
(Note: this was a joke. I think.)
Now my bruise is fading, but it's still there. It's just more grayish than green. Basically now I just look dirty, as though I had a run-in with some soot. This caused my loving husband to start singing Chim Chim Cheree while I tenderly ate my dinner using mostly only the teeth on my right.
I have such helpful friends and family, don't I? This is all quite irritating, actually, and I think I was happier back when my tooth was cracked but not hurting. I still only have a temporary crown though, and I go back next week for my permanent one. Hopefully that will make the rest of the pain go away.... then I can get a reprise from the dentist for awhile.