fang.
at La's yesterday, i popped my last bite of delicious sammie into my mouth and bit down on something hard. now there aren't many options in chicken, spinach and tomato wrapped in ciabatta bread with spiced mayo and vinegar reduction. and when my tongue confirmed a gaping hole, i knew the landscape of my mouth had been altered in the least fashionable way.
as i rushed to the little girls room, my poor tongue ran against a razor sharp edge. ouch. ensconced in front of the mirror, the truth sunk in. my frontish cap had broken down vertically. my two rather large front rabbit teeth were now flanked by a fang. a sharp pointed fang. Gah!!!!
i flew to the dentist who kindly made me an appointment for this morning. meanwhile of course, i had a meeting yesterday afternoon that could not be broken. i made sure not to sneer, growl, drool or do anything else that might reveal my new lycanthropic tendencies.
7:45 a.m. and there i was, plopped head down in the dentist chair while he took out his hammer, chisel and pliers and removed what was left of my old cap, drilled the tooth to an even smaller peg and stuffed me full of goop with which to make my new impression.
8:45 a.m. and i am home with a temporary crown and a hole in my pocketbook. i think i deserve a nap.
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After suffering thru more than my fair share of tooth woes, I feel your pain. And embarrasement.
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