Remember the Tooth

Last Tuesday I paid the first of two visits to my dentist for the purpose of acquiring a crown/cap. During that first visit, doc ground off half of a molar and the assistant (who used to ride my bus back in high school; I graduated with her brother) fitted me with a temporary cap. Now, I cannot keep myself from fondling that cap with my tongue. There's a plastic tooth in my head, and I guess I can't get over it. The permanent crown will be gold, which is better than plastic, I guess. But still, it's fake. And somehow, that is just a bit creepy.