One root canal later, this no longer seems like a monstrous curiosity, but a sign on the way to the promised land, in which our descendants' teeth will be continuously replaced, like sharks'. Now excuse my while I go wallow in self-pity (more than usual).
Update, 17 October: reading this makes me want to pull into a protective crouch in sympathy. (Thanks, if that is the word, to Jay Han in e-mail.)
Posted at October 15, 2007 19:20 | permanent link