Several years ago, I pulled the crown off of one of my teeth when eating a wonderfully, ooey-gooey, sinfully scrumptious, super-sticky caramel roll. It was such a sickening (not to mention costly) feeling that I have not been able to eat a caramel roll since then. (Just think of all the calories I've avoided over the years!)
Last night while munching a bowl of popcorn, my back molar on the bottom left side cracked from stem to stern, back to front. Once I managed to masticate and swallow the mouthful of popcorn (and hope I wasn't swallowing part of a tooth also), I discovered that although the tooth is definitely now divided into two pieces, one half seems very secure but the other is quite loose and wobbly.
I called our local dentist first thing this morning. Both hubby and I used to go there but when we decided to have all of the mercury amalgams removed from our mouths, we started going to a dentist a five-plus hour's drive from here.
Funny thing is that we've as recently as yesterday morning (!) been talking about getting re-established with someone closer to home. Looks as if this will be happening soon. Like this afternoon.
I was very grateful that even though the telephone receptionist in the dentist's office said they were already double-booked because of "other emergencies" today, they would squeeze me in at 3:10 this afternoon to at least check out my situation.
Now if I can just keep from swallowing the loose part of the tooth until this afternoon, I'll consider myself lucky. And as of this moment, I have no desire whatsoever to ever, ever, EVER eat popcorn again.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
4 hours ago