Of course I got a temporary crown the day before San Diego Comic-Con. Of course I did.
I knew it was a bit risky—what if I had a throbbing jaw on Thursday morning on the train? What if my jaw was swollen while I was at an outdoor party? But I wanted to get out the silver filling that was pulling away from the tooth. I probably got this silver filling the same year some of my editors were born, when I was a cub at Marvel. The filling had to go, and it was too big for a replacement, so it gets a kind of new hat for my tooth, a crown.
What could go wrong?
Besides everything, plus the possibility of con covid, and my hurt foot I’ve been getting physical therapy for.