Broken Tooth

My worst fears have come true!  As I was eating salad, yes salad, tonight I felt a crunch.  & it wasn't a crouton!  At first, I was a bit confused, but after I swallowed...I knew.  Part of my tooth - the front part of one of my molars had cracked off.  I wanted to die.  & I am sure that everyone in my family wanted to die as well because for the rest of our dinner, my father's birthday dinner, all I could do was talk about my broken tooth.  That's fine, because if you know my dad, he asks you the same question over & over so at least we had something to keep the topic of discussion moving along.

It wouldn't be so bad, but I come from a long line of terrible teeth.  If that even makes sense.  Everyone in my family has the worst set of choppers one could ever wish to see.  I mean, we don't have English teeth, but they are a close second.  For my thirteenth birthday I asked for braces.  What 13 year old asks for braces?  So for the past 25 years I've had perfectly straight teeth.  They might not be the pearliest of pearly white, but they are straight as a pin.  A recurring dream, or nightmare I should say, is having my teeth knocked out.  I've woken up many nights in a panic that I lost a tooth in a fight, car crash, or a crazy industrial accident.  Hey, some people have dreams  that they are falling, mine are about losing my teeth!

I immediately turned to my dad after this debacle & asked him (since his is an attorney) if I could sue.  Imagine my shock when he said no!  OMG people sue McDonald's for a tiny burn from hot coffee.  This is a tooth!  I may need to go out & find a more schiestier lawyer!  I believe my father's real reason for not suing is that we were at his favorite Prime Rib place & if we did sue them for at least a cool million, his fear of never being allowed back in far outweighs his daughter's smile.  Typical.

So instead of the big day of working out I had planned for tomorrow I have a feeling that I am going to be sitting in the dentist's chair praying to God he doesn't have to yank the rest of my tooth out.  That would be tragic.

Thanks all (5 of you) that are still reading this terrible tooth sage.  It is kinda gross.  So gross that my semi-step brother (I say that because my dad is not married to his girlfriend of 17 years & that's her son) - was so grossed out about my ongoing tooth problem at dinner, I didn't think he was going to eat.  But he did manage to choke down some chicken parm.

Maybe after the dentist I will sit down & figure out a better plan for this week, as it has not started out on a good note!  At least we'll know in a few short hours if I am going to look like a Jack-o-Lantern or not.