Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Two weeks ago I snatched a mini 3 Musketeers bar from my freezer, popped it in my mouth, and fractured my canine tooth. It can't be capped, crowned, glued, bridged, or fused. It's just like Humpty Dumpty after the fall. I called my former dentist on his emergency number at 7:30 the night it happened (note I said former!). When I told him what happened, his exact quote was "well, Sherry, the office is closed. Just what is it you want me to do?". I'll not repeat here what I wanted him to do with himself at that minute. So I saw the new guy yesterday who confirmed it's destroyed and also now infected. I'm on antibiotics and pain meds, and go in on Friday for the removal and bone graft needed in preparation for an implant later on.
Over the years I've used my teeth for many things besides chewing. I've opened bags, bitten fingernails, broken threads, etc. Who knew that my teeth weren't indestructible? Or maybe my teeth are as tired as I am - lol.
To end this tired story about my tired teeth, I'll include freshly snapped pics of my tired dogs -
Maybe it's something in the air making us all so tired....