The last few weeks have been harried.  I feel like every time I turn around, some other little thing has thrown in with the rest of the heap to try and push me over the edge.

Taken each by itself, the things that are pushing down and causing knots in my neck and shoulders aren't that big a deal.  It's the cumulative effect that's weighing on me.

I'm not going to bore you with the minutiae that is snowballing into a rather stressful situation, other than to say this:  I lost a tooth.

This is actually kind of funny.  See, as I think I've shared before my bottom front teeth are baby teeth (well, now just tooth).  They have been known to bleed spontaneously and have been bothering me in a serious way for the last year.

I've been putting off the inevitable trip to the dentist because, well, I hate the dentist.  The last time I went was so long ago, I can't remember when it was.  And the time before that was to have my wisdom teeth out.

So I've known that I need to go.  Yesterday, while flossing, the inescapable happened.  My left front tooth.  The sound was horrible.  So horrible, in fact, that I barfed.  Thank god I was already standing over the sink.

So I'm short a tooth.  I was supposed to go to the dentist today, but my dentist was called to an emergency and so I've been pushed to Tuesday.  In the mean time, my remaining tooth is driving me crazy, the tissue in the gaping hole is tender and bruised, and I feel less than attractive.  The biggest problem, though, is that the more I think about what will have to happen to remedy this situation (extraction of the remaining tooth, bone drilling, etc.), the more anxious I become.  This was not what I needed to have happen at this exact moment.

But then, when it rains...  Oh well.  Just call me Snaggletooth.


Dirty Kitten said...

You lost one?! I'm actually surprised they lasted this long. Is this goobye to rabbit teeth? Send me a picture.

hannahjustbreathe said...

Ohhhhh, my dear friend!!! I admit, I HAD to chuckle while reading this post. You...lost a tooth?? There's some odd sweetness to that---something to do with reminders of childhood and all that.

Anyway. I'm sorry you're snaggle-licious up front. Nothing the good old dentist can't fix though, right?!

Tight hug. :)

Dorothy said...

Kit - I lost one. I'm in the process of getting it fixed (this means braces). I'm not taking any pictures of my mouth!! However, if you come see me again in the next six months, you can see it in action.

HJB - Yes, there was something oddly nostalgic about it. But it is much more trouble than it's worth. And while appreciate that you are jealous of my braces, I can say, as a kid who always wanted them, too, they suck. A really, really lot.

Okay. Now I'm going to take a bunch of pills.