My Luck...

Well last week I finally decided to call the dentist and make an appointment. I am very good at always making sure that Todd and the kids go when they should, but I always forget about myself... okay I don't forget, but it is just easier not to go. I have been having problems for about the last month with one of my bottom molars... I was thinking maybe it was cracked and had a cavity. They couldn't get me in just to look at it until the 30th of Sept, so I said okay and thought I would wait it out... my tooth had other plans. Tuesday morning I was eating a blueberry waffle for breakfast and all of sudden I had a really bad pain from that tooth. I finished chewing and swallowed the food, so I could figure out what happened... well part of the tooth was gone! Yes it was cracked and I must have bit down on it wrong and finally broke it off. Other than the sensitivity and sharpness of the tooth it really didn't bother me. Todd thought I was a baby because I said that it hurt... he also wanted to know how long I put the waffle in the toaster (he thought maybe it was hard because I burnt it)... No I didn't burn the waffle... it was soft. Well I couldn't get into the dentist until Wednesday afternoon and I was dreading the news that I was going to receive; however, everything was fine. There is no nerve damage so they are just going to rebuild the tooth up and crown it (no root canal... yeah!). They did put a very thin coating on it and ground down the sharp edges so that I can function normally, but I do need to be careful... I might need to forget about the tootsie rolls in the cupboard for awhile. I did have some of my Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia last night and everything was great (I was hoping that I wouldn't have to give this up for 3 wks!). I don't know why it seems that odd things happen to me and need immediate attention... maybe if I would go to the dentist when I am supposed to I could eliminate some of these.