More Dental Drama

Remember last summer when I broke a tooth?

Yeah, well, another one is giving me grief.

We went to eat brunch at our favorite dive diner, and I was crunching the ice from my glass of tea as I waited for the to-go order we were bringing home to our daughter, who didn't get home from work until 4:30 this morning.

I crunched, and felt a sharp, pinching pain in my gum. I probed it with my tongue, and felt a piece of tooth fall away. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and right there on the bottom left is a huge gaping hole, around a silver mercury filling that is hanging tough 35 years after a Navy dentist filled that sucker, and mocking the tooth that bailed around it.

So tomorrow, I get to go through the ER and have emergency dental work done.

For the next couple of days, look for the nightly roundup, and maybe a post or two a day from me, and hopefully I'll be back to full-force blogging by mid week...

Okay, here's the deal...

Your humble bloghostess is in pain, and posting may not be as regular for a couple of days.

Yesterday evening, I made delicious, delectable, succulent pheasant breast for dinner...and I missed a pellet. I bit down and cracked a molar all the way to the gumline.

So now, I am taking Vicodin and hoping that I can get in to see a dentist tomorrow. Even if I do, I'm sure a root canal will be necessary, and possibly a crown. I am looking at late Wednesday at the earliest before I am back to prolific.

For the next couple of days I am going to concentrate on trying to do a couple of quality posts a day. In the interim, you can get a lot of fresh content in thought provoking posts from a whole cadre of contributors at Watching Those We Chose. Sometimes the comment threads are hoppin' over there. Go check it out if you haven't yet, and I'll be back to ranting soon.

It's just not that freakin' easy to get irate when you are opiated.