I inherited a lot of things from my father; some good, some not so good. I have his forehead and retroussé nose, a tiny amount of his maths and musical talent, his charming personality (ahem), his gammy feet and teeth!
Yesterday, I was sitting in my car at the local shops, having some water and an energy bar – when my front tooth fell out!
I looked at it lying in my lap for a moment, and thought, OK not too bad, the dentist can just glue it back in. But further inspection revealed the tooth had snapped off at the root and there was nothing to glue it on to.
I am a little like “Pollyanna” and always try to find the best in any situation, but I must admit, I was battling a bit here. I looked like Goofy!
Yes, I know; Vanity, thy name is Scifi!
Luckily, I had an appointment booked at my dentist for today, for a prior problem, so could get it sorted at once. But now my visits to the dentist are backing up! Looks like my birthday present this year will be the same as last year – teeth!
I have just come back from an hour and a half at the dentist, feeling very sorry for myself and like my face has just been run over by a steam-roller. I looked for some sympathy from my dogs. Mr Spaghetti Legs is comatose on his mats and Little Monkey is too busy looking for mischief to notice me.
And it is a l-o-o-o-o-n-g time till sun-downers!!