Let’s say it is Saturday, and you are wearing high heels walking along one of the local streets with your husband. All of a sudden, quite unexpectedly, one of your heels gets attracted to one of the numerous potholes in the pavement, and you find yourself flat on your face a few feet from your heel. What do you do? You call your dentist, and hope he can see you on Sunday.
I met her the following Sunday morning in my office hysterical and in tears: two front teeth were missing half of their original perfect structure. X-rays did not show any obvious damage to the nerves, and there was no mobility. There was hope for her front teeth. She stopped crying, I felt better. The hope was riding on two porcelain crowns that I suggested to her to restore her front teeth back to life. She agreed.
She left my office that Sunday morning with two provisional crowns and no longer crying. A week later, two porcelain crowns recreated the health and beauty of her natural teeth.
