So yesterday Ayden and I were enjoying a delicious fresh turkey sandwich on a fluffy, flaky butter croissant dressed with fresh basil leaves, cheese, lettuce, mustard and basil pesto…YUMMY! It was one of those “savor every bite” kinda sandwiches. : )
I…I mean we, had gobbled up about 2/3 of the treat when I felt like I had a piece of basil stuck to my tooth. It was aggravating me so I tried to scrape it off and nothing seemed to be there but it was still aggravating me. Hmm…I took another bite and the feeling was frustrating me enough that I wasn’t enjoying my sandwich anymore, so I scraped my tooth again. All of the sudden I felt something in my mouth that shouldn’t be there…it was half of my tooth. Yep! It broke and fell right off. It hadn’t given me one seconds trouble…no pain…no discomfort…no warning. It just broke and fell out…not the entire tooth just part of it. Isn’t that crazy? Well, it still wasn’t bothering me so I took the broken piece out and finished my turkey sandwich. Then I went and swished with mouthwash and brushed my teeth and went on about my business. Today it is driving me crazy only because of the jagged edges. No pain, thankfully. I called the Dentist…of course they are only in the office until noon on Fridays…rough job, huh? So, I guess I’ll get it fixed next week.