Final prep, or is it a bionic tooth or a cybernetic tooth?

Almost ready to pack up my belongings for the big trip. Yesterday, one last bit of business: a visit to the dentist, during which I once again escaped without encountering the dreaded dentist's drill.

Actually, come to think of it, I've never been introduced to the drill; the closest I've come is the ultrasonic scaler. I suppose I'm lucky that way; I still have all of my original-issue teeth, intact.

Well, mostly intact, if you take into account that my upper right front incisor had a sort of depression on its front surface ever since it emerged, and got badly chipped a couple of times (once by a baseball, once by a Ford Expedition). So the dentist futzed around and glued on a prosthetic, which he filed down to look about like a natural tooth.

I'm supposed to treat it like an ordinary tooth, the dentist says; to the eye, it's indistinguishable from any other tooth. Feels weird, though; when I close my jaw, I can feel the seam where the prosthetic ends, even though it was smoothed down on the inside to blend in with the tooth it was glued to.

Odd having a prosthetic. Of any sort.