I get to wear a crown.
It's gold even!
Unfortunately, you, or me for that matter, won't be able to see it because it's going to reside over one of my six year molars.
Sigh.
I honestly felt a little embarassed by my failure with my molar.
Sure, I've had some cavities, but not in several years and never had a crown before.
Now, in less than six months, this one tooth cracked in three places and a piece of it is missing! (That missing portion is its own disturbing problem that my digestive system doesn't want to think about.)
When my dentist was looking in my tooth everything seemed good until I heard him say the words crack and molar.
Then, they have such incredible, (disgusting, but incredible) technology that allowed me to see my tooth blown up to about 40 times its normal size in all its broken down glory. I almost threw up in my mouth when I looked at the picture, but as you know, all that acid from throw up is not so good for your teeth either, so I kept it down.
Oh well, I guess a little mouth bling will make me oh so fashionable.
