One of the joys of having epilepsy is breaking my teeth. Sometimes I have a vision of a pirate with a parrot on my shoulder and only one or two teeth left in my head. Aargh! Avast ye mateys! Here comes Ole Toothless One!
Sunday I broke my 5th tooth in the last year and a half. The dentist should be delighted. I called them Monday and they weren’t open. I felt too crappy yesterday to go in. So I called them today. They are in staff training. Really? All of them? So I left a message and I wait for their return call.
Why is it that when you have a broken tooth, your tongue just can’t leave it alone? I’m an adult, I can control myself, but no, I find myself playing with that broken tooth.
Modern dentistry is a wonderful thing to have. You have to wonder though, who chooses to be a dentist? You know that people HATE to go to the dentist. You get to play around in people’s mouths all day. You smell whatever breath they may have… a scary proposition in itself. No wonder it costs so much! Well at least I have some very kind dentists that I go to.
So, look out dentist office! Here comes Ole Toothless One again!