Never let a good deed go unpunished. For example, if you brush three times a daily, floss daily plus after some meals, and see the dentist every six months, expect to have bad teeth.
I cannot explain this phenomenon. It's true, though!
I was innocently walking around, proud that I was using my planner wisely. Dental appointments are every six months, without fail. I have a budget to cover dental expenses. I have time in my day to brush my teeth. I have a shopping list in my planner and never forget to buy mouthwash. I have dental health covered.
And then...BOOM...75% of my back upper right tooth FELL OUT OF MY MOUTH INTO MY HAND.
Yes, this is the actual tooth. I HATE YOU, EVIL TOOTH. How could you betray me?!?
When the HORRIBLE THING happened, I was sitting still in a parking lot, flossing my teeth after a yummy round of sushi with a girlfriend.
I was wearing leggings, boots, and a knee-length shirt. (My girlfriend claims that the leggings were the most HORRIBLE THING about that day. But I looked rockin', y'all! Well, toothlessness aside.)
My girlfriend and sushi date commented that both of her ongoing nightmares happened to me that day. I went outside without wearing pants and a tooth fell out of my mouth.
(Is now a good time to stress that leggings are NOT pants? I agree with her on that point, at least. But my shirt was seriously as long as a dress.)
I called my endodontist. Yes, I am organized enough to have my own root canal specialist. He removed the root, but I cannot see my regular dentist for extraction until Monday morning.
I am writing this entry on a Sunday night. I am taking prescription strength ibuprofen and over-the-counter benzocaine, but I swear to all that exists that THIS HURTS MORE THAN CHILDBIRTH! I want to scream, yell, cry, and slice off the right side of my face.
At least the HORRIBLE THING did not involve any of my front teeth.
P.S. Don't really send pain pills. That violates many laws.
P.S.S. Make the chocolate the melty kind. I can't chew peanuts and caramel right now.
P.S.S.S. I'm pretty sure P.S.S.S. is a middle school thing, but I am typing while in lots of pain, so...I'm pretty sure my chocolate habits explains the falling out tooth. I like dark chocolate the most, you know, *if* you were wondering.
P.S.S.S.S. My planner has NO SPACE from tracking teeth that fall out of my face.