Golden Teeth

I’ve been having teeth problems. I guess you get to a certain age…
Years ago I was in a dance performance and fell on stage, smashing my teeth together. I remember thinking, wow, I would have chopped my tongue off if it had been in the way. Later I had developed terrible headaches, which a quack doctor in LA decided I needed some kind of electronic therapy to fix. No, I needed a root canal.
Fast forward some years, and the tooth above also needs a crown. So recently one of these two crowns seems to be loose, but I can’t feel which one. I go to my new charming dentist, and he says, no, the problem is a different tooth, which also needs a crown. Chi-ching.
Fine, I have all my crowns in a row, and am eating licorice, and off pops the oldest crown, which I quickly put back in place. The kicker is that night I also get the stomach flu. As my head is in the toilet I’m praying, please don’t let the crown come off again now.
Double triple YUCK!