Earlier this autumn, I congratulated myself on having such a good annual
check-up at the dentist's. She found nothing that needed work. Then last
week, I bit into a rye sandwich, and a piece of my front tooth, or
rather the filling that covered the front of my front tooth, cracked. I
got first aid at the free tooth clinic, and I saw my dentist yesterday
and had it fixed. The emergency dentist had written a note to my dentist
about what she'd done. Somehow she had worded the note very poorly, and
my TED thought the whole tooth had cracked. She was really sorry and
saying how I would need a lot of work, a temporary implant and then a
permanent implant etc.

But when she couldn't get the tooth to budge at all when she felt it,
she finally wipped out a mirror and told me to show her where it
cracked. I showed her the sliver on the side that had cracked (and the
emergency TED had glued back). Oh, she was so releived, this is easy to
fix! Forget about extractions and implants etc. This is just a breeze
compared to all that. Whew! I had started counting the cost of all the
procedures.

Well, today I was eating a sandwich. I hear a crack and feel that, by
now oh so familiar, feeling in my mouth. Yes, you've guessed it. This
time the whole tooth did crack.

I give up. I'm going to bed. Wake me up when it's 2006.