Friday, October 27, 2006
Who would have thought dentistry was a physical sport??? Well, my dentist was huffing and puffing as if he had just run a half-marathon after he spent 15 minutes working my precious tooth 1-5 out of its socket. I'm a bit nervous about his workmanship simply because he was cheaper than the competition by 80%. I'm only paying $1500 for an implant compared to the typical $5000 on the street. The follow up is in 2 weeks. Let's see if the nastiness heals properly.
As you can see, the missing tooth is barely noticeable. But I'm bothered that yet another piece of me is gone. It didn't contribute to the essence that is Karen, but still, it consisted of my DNA and I guess, in some ways DID play a part in the puzzle that is Karen. "Silly goose!", I hear you say. At the 30+ age, the awareness of my deterioration plays a part in my thoughts every so often and is reinforced by incidences such as this. Let's hope my third strike will not be my last...
I know this wasn't a major incident but it goes to show where your good friends are even in the most minor of scratches. Thanks V (for the benevolent mommying), Bob (for the codeine phosphate panadeine forte -- can I keep all of them?? They are sooo good!), Brian and Ricky (for the sympathy) and Andreas (for making sure I wake up from the local anesthesia).
Pics: http://www.flickr.com/photos/livealittle/sets/72157594346808482/
I am now truly a toothless American hick! (thanks for the thought, B!)
