Tooth Tragedy...

I have to have 2 teeth pulled. Well, now 3.

I was eating oatmeal and a tooth shattered. For lack of a better word. So, now there is half a tooth. I filled the other half with dental wax to get that broken plate effect off my tongue.

Oh, no, it wasn't one of the teeth that needed pulling. It was one next to one of them just wanting to join the party. So, now, it is 3 teeth to be pulled. I am just so excited.

I called 3 dentists the oral surgeon(a.k.a.- the extractor), my regular dentist (a.k.a.- sorry about your luck) and a potential new dentist (a.k.a.- lets make an appointment) which only the third I can understand to a point. I mean, I got half a tooth. You don't have to be a dental grad. to know this thing is a gonner. Why do I need an appointment? To hear that?

The surgeon, well, when I called the first time in a panic,(thinking it was the tooth that needed to be pulled anyway) they couldn't move my appointment any sooner. When I realized it was a different tooth, now they can all of a sudden take me Monday. Wow, if it were 4 teeth, I could probably get in tomorrow. Must be some sort of special. If you needed dentures they may come to your home!

The one thing though, that I couldn't understand, is that none of them could tell me about the dental wax. If that was a good idea, a bad idea, a definite no. Well, too late. It is on there. I had to stop that broken jagged edge effect.

So, life goes on. Just another day in paradise.

I am looking at this from the brighter side of things.

At least 3 teeth aren't gonna to bother me anymore. The rest? Well, I am going to take care of them the best that I can.

Happy flossing to all.

Until next time...

Just me