This is my new bowling ball. I meant to post this picture a few weeks ago when I bought the ball, but I'm lazy and my "daily" picture has since become an "every few months" picture.
Anyhoo, the bowling ball has nothing to do with my day, it's just the last picture that I took and I figured I'd share it while telling you fine people about the adventure that occurred in McDonaldland today. Notice how I blacked out the tooth that dental insiders call "number 7." This will be woven into the story later.
This morning Jo and Liz (and about 10,000 other people) ran in the Anthem 5k. Jo and Liz each broke their own personal best records so we went to the Fleur de Lis Cafe on Bardstown Rd to have breakfast and celebrate. I ordered the "Farmhouse Breakfast" which was a bone-in ham steak with bacon and eggs. The ham had a layer of cracklin around the edge from the cooking process, which was crunchy yet very delicious. I was pondering how good this crunchy stuff was when I felt something solid in the mix of the mass I was swallowing. A quick flick with tounge led me to discover that MY ENTIRE GOD DAMNED FRONT TOOTH WAS BROKEN OFF AT THE GUM LINE. Obviously this was distressing, but did it stop be from finishing my breakfast? I'm a McDonald, hell no.
After breakfast I called my dentist's emergency number and after a short time he called back (we befriend everyone in our lives, including our dentist, so I used facebook to ask his sister for a little special treatment in contacting him) and we arranged to meet at his dental office later in the evening. It was really weird to be there after hours. All of the lights were out and it was just me and him. He kept having to switch back and forth between the drill and the suction and getting up to get something else he forgot when laying out his tools. This is what happens when you don't have assistants there. He was also in a t shirt and jeans while he worked on me. It was a bit surreal.
This tooth has been a problem child for a very long time. Those of you that knew me before I started working at Bellsouth and finally got it fixed with my new fancy pants dental insurance will remember that it used to be in an hourglass shape because it was so disgustingly rotted away. Last year I chipped it when I slipped down the stairs and later sneezed half of it off while at work. When I got to Dr. Hurm's office later that day, we discovered that it was basically rotten on the inside and needed a root canal that very second. After today, when he miraculously created a tooth for me by drilling a thick post into what was left and slowly building a tooth around it he said "I can tell by talking to you that you're just sick of this tooth" and told me about getting dental implants and we set out a plan to do just that. I'm going to see him on Monday after I get off of work and we're going to form a game plan based on what we can afford and however much my insurance will pay. I'll of course keep you updated. I really, really like our dentist.
