Now I Just Need An Eyepatch, A Parrot And A Diploma From “Pirate U.”

As of this morning, a long, drawn–out chapter in my dental history has finally drawn to a close.
I had a gold crown (well, really almost an entire tooth) put in place to finally close out the Saga of the Root Canals. Now I’ll just have to come up with a decent story to tell my grandkids (“That’s right, kids, your grandfather caught an Iraqi bullet in his teeth! Cost me mah molar, but there’s nary a sacrifice too high for good old Uncle Sam!”).