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I Got Crowned
Not like His Majesty Charles III, of course, but like an American with a bad molar. On Wednesday, I called the cab company several hours in advance to arrange for a taxi to arrive at 9:30 AM to take me to my ten o’clock appointment to have a new temporary crown placed on one of my molars, after the original temporary crown had come off. I went downstairs a few minutes early, and waited and waited.
Then I went back up to my apartment to call the Yellow Cab Company, and noticed a new message, in accented English which I couldn’t really understand, on my answering machine. Apparently the driver had come a few extra minutes early, called my number, heard the automatic message, and departed, presumably while I was walking down the stairs and through the corridor to the building entrance. Fortunately, the dispatcher was able to send another cab, which came a few minutes later, and I showed up for my dental appointment just twenty minutes late. They didn’t have to inject me with lidocaine this time, just mold a temporary crown, and cement it into place.
I hope this one lasts until I can get the permanent crown in June. So far, so good.
Then I went back up to my apartment to call the Yellow Cab Company, and noticed a new message, in accented English which I couldn’t really understand, on my answering machine. Apparently the driver had come a few extra minutes early, called my number, heard the automatic message, and departed, presumably while I was walking down the stairs and through the corridor to the building entrance. Fortunately, the dispatcher was able to send another cab, which came a few minutes later, and I showed up for my dental appointment just twenty minutes late. They didn’t have to inject me with lidocaine this time, just mold a temporary crown, and cement it into place.
I hope this one lasts until I can get the permanent crown in June. So far, so good.