No, it’s not as pretty as it sounds.
It means that tomorrow I am going to be sitting in a dentist’s chair, with scary-sharp dental tools on medical carts beside me and my dentist hovering over my vulnerable, open mouth covering my broken molar with a porcelain crown.
From what I gather. ‘Cause my dentist just called me to say, “Come in tomorrow, I’ll give you a porcelain.” ‘Kay, doc.
In truth, if you’ve done a root canal, or a molar tooth extraction, (dunno what’s worse – I just know those were the most painful moments in my life), a simple porcelain crown ain’t nothin’ to worry about.
So. Wish me luck! And here’s to more good eating in 2011. Ha! :)