A crown for my tooth requires a tiara for my head

I just returned from a lovely vacation in the mountains, which would have been lovelier if one of my molars hadn’t decided to complain anytime it was touched.
The pain wasn’t horrible, so I survived the week by not eating on that side.
The first thing I did when we got home was call the dentist. Statistics say 75 percent of the adult population fear dentists. I used to be one of that majority, until I found a very kind dentist and told him if he hurt me, I would hurt him back.
Joking