A Little Snag.

So, there I am, minding my own business and eating my cereal when I get this weird feeling in my mouth. So I swallow and then realize that a huge chunk (a third to a half!) has come out of my tooth! GONE!

General panic ensues. I grab my Palm Pilot and look up my dentist's home phone number and hastily leave a message. Fortunately, my dentist calls me back within a few minutes (she's my sister and she loves me despite the fact that I still call her Munchkin -- handy, eh?) and I tell her it's the lingual face of the 3-6 tooth that is now resting in my stomach. (Talk about getting your calcium.)

So I'll be sitting in her office first thing tomorrow morning and getting this fixed. (She had offered to fix it today, but it would be much easier for her to do with the assistant there, and I told her it could wait 'til tomorrow.) It's broken off right down to the gumline, so restoring it could be tricky indeed.

In the meantime, I'm having trouble eating, drinking, and talking. Eating, because everything gets stuck in it. Drinking, because it's ultra-sensitive. And talking, because there are now three sharp edges on ol' 3-6 (or should that be 3-5-point-5?) and my tongue keeps scraping against all of them, especially when I talk. The only way I can talk without it hurting is to stick the tip of my tongue into the hole, but you can imagine what the resulting speech sounds like.

I'm not in any real pain at all, thanks to Munchkin's suggestion of Tylenol -- it's just really annoying, and virtually impossible to get my water into me today. (I tried a straw, but even that forces the tongue against the Black Hole.)

Eating lunch took forever. We went to a movie this afternoon (The Brothers Grimm -- I escaped The Exorcism of Emily Rose), so we went to the nearby Wendy's immediately beforehand. I got a side salad and an Ultimate Chicken Grill sandwich. Doug got a medium fries (and immediately left me unsupervised with them, but I held strong). At the movie, I got a package of three Reese Peanut Butter Cups and only ate one of them. (I would like applause for that, and the untouched french fries, please.)

So I'm trying to decide what to do about supper. I need a little more protein, a little more calcium, three more servings of vegetables, one more of milk, 2 tsp. of oil, and I have 12 points to kill. I don't really want to try to eat any of it.

I know, I know -- I'm a wimp. Just be thankful you won't see me tomorrow when Munchkin has that needle ready.