For those of you who missed it, my tooth fell out last week.
You can read the full story here.
This morning I phoned my dentist again and asked him to adjust the mouthguard or crown or something. You see since my crown literally leaped out of its home, I’ve been unable to wear my mouthguard for fear that I would repeat the same debacle.
But at night I apparently act out my dreams by clenching my teeth. So I’ve had a lot of dreams where my teeth fall out or glass breaks, or last night I dreamed that I had four flat tires. My mind plays weird tricks on me.
Anyway, I went to the dentist this morning and explained the problem. He donned the paper napkin on a chain and tilted me back in the chair. He then set to work checking the security of my “patch job.”
He Wiggled. Tugged. Rocked. Strained.
But the crown didn’t budge.
He exclaimed, “Wow! Good job. It’s in there really securely so I’m not going to mess with it until we put the permanent on. What did you use to glue it?”
I beamed. MacGyver skills score! It’s nice finding out you have talents you didn’t know you had!
Everything was filed down as needed and I hopefully won’t have any flat tire dreams for the foreseeable future.
Thanks for asking for an update, friends!