This is a multi-part series.
Part 5 (this is what you are reading now)
Skagger gets a new hat.
I’ve just returned from another appointment at the friendly dentist office.
It’s weird when a receptionist recognizes you when you walk in. It either means:
1. They have great customer service
2. I did something really good and they remember me because of it.
3. I did something bad
Thinking back over the last visits I couldn’t remember doing anything bad. Though I was heavily drugged and gassed so I couldn’t know for sure.
I had to do some detective work.
I channeled my inner Gregory House and began to think and observe. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood. They weren’t giving anything away with their body language.
I could tell they were trained professionals. I could not pull any information from their poker faces. Their beautiful smiles were distracting. They were very good at this game.
Then I had my House-like epiphany. They weren’t giving out any information but what about me?
My hand rose to the stubble on my cheek. It felt sore. Sore as if I was punched in the face.
It had to be when I was drugged. I do remember blacking out/losing consciousness at one point during the last treatment.
That must have been when they made their move.
“Chris,” she said.
“That’s my name,” I thought.
It was time to go into their territory again.
She shook my hand and greeted me but I wasn’t easily distracted now.
I looked at her knuckles discreetly during the handshake. They were clean. It couldn’t have been her that punched me. She was innocent.
I sat in the chair and prepared my mind for the changing of the skagger-hats.
Being a bit nervous, I wore my wolf-shirt today for comfort and strength.
The innocent one explained what was going to happen. They would pull off my temporary skagger-hats, then clean off the cement, then put on the real crowns.
It is a weird feeling having a temporary crown pulled off. It didn’t hurt but my skagger felt naked and exposed.
It needed to have the old glue scraped away. This was mostly painless but weird feeling.
A couple times I felt a weird zap-like feeling during the cleanings but it was tolerable. I knew the wolf-shirt would keep me strong.
After testing the crowns for a good fit, it was time to glue them on.
The dentist came in for that part. I quickly looked to his knuckles. He had gloves on.
Hmm. I wonder why he wouldn’t want me to see his knuckles. Very clever sir.
Anyway, he cemented on the skagger-hat moved on to another client. The innocent one came back to clean up the excess cement.
The cement is delicious by the way. She even gave me some to take home just in case “the temporary one comes off.” Good looking out. I needed a snack for my long road trip.
With my skaggers snug in their new homes, it was pretty much the end of the session. They were protected and happy in their little homes. And rightly so.
If I remember anything from school it is that the skagger is the powerhouse of the tooth.
They must be treated well and given a nice shell to nestle into.
As I was heading home I started to consider that maybe my mouth was sore because of the work that was done a few days ago. But he was wearing gloves too. I guess this is a mystery that will remain unsolved.