Actually, I would!
The crown I acquired after the bite into the baguette debacle in November in Mexico has never been right. It's sensitive to everything -- hot, cold, air, liquids, and pressure. I've been popping countless Ibuprofen and Aleve since November in hopes that it would eventually calm down.
Sometimes I get weird little flashes of intuition that turn into reality. On my last appointment in Cancun, after cementing the crown, the dentist was rushing off to a different office to do a root canal on a patient. I immediately wondered if my crown procedure would lead to that, but then dismissed the thought as silly.
The crown didn't feel right from the beginning. I spent the rest of my trip biting out of the side of my mouth, and beach trips were short since my teeth were sensitive to the breeze. I thought maybe it would just take a few weeks for that nerve to die down.
I started seeing my dentist here in January. He spent multiple appointments adjusting the bite in hopes that the simplest solution would do the trick. We gave it three weeks, but the sensitivity just amped up to an all new level. How bad is it? I can't even ride my bike because unless I keep my mouth shut tight, air hits the tooth and yeoooowww!
I saw the endodontist on Thursday and after examining it, he said the tooth was traumatized in the crown procedure and the nerve is crying uncle. The fat lady is singing!
Open wide and bring on the nitrous oxide! I'm off to see my new best friend in hopes that I'll have a pain free mouth in a few days.
On a side note, my son called me yesterday to let me know he was getting ready to jump out of an airplane. He loves to call and tell me things like that because he knows it will drive me nuts. After wishing him well and making a few jokes about his new adventure, I told him that personally -- I'd rather have a root canal!