It seems like it was only yesterday that I had all my teeth in tact. That was before this evening's "little mishap".
I was simply pushing my daughter backwards down a hardwood floor hallway. What could possibly go wrong? OK. Before you report me to social services, I should explain that it was all in fun. We were laughing. Trying to see how fast we could go. Apparently, we went a little too fast. We were almost rounding the corner to her bedroom when she slipped. I tried to hold her up, but then I slipped. She yelled. I yelled. Then I saw my tooth lying on the floor beside her head. It contrasted nicely with the oak flooring.
Tom was on his way out to get milk so we all did the only logical thing in this situation. We yelled for Daddy.
While Tom assessed the damage to Julia's knee, I started dialing for dentists. While holding an ice cube to my front tooth, I phoned the 4 emergency numbers for my dentist office, and a dentist friend in New Brunswick. Everyone was out. We tried a hygenist friend who tried a few denstis that she knows. They were out. Was there some kind of dentist convention tonight?
Meanwhile, Julia is developing a nice bruise on her knee, but she was able to bend it at this point so we saved a trip to the ER.
Eventually, our hygenist friend phoned back with some advice from her retired father. I followed all the instructions, which included knocking on my neighbor's door to borrow, not a cup of sugar, but some dental wax. Good thing their teenage son wears braces! I used the wax to protect my tooth for the night.
My dentist and I both skipped church the next morning and I had a root canal. That is not, in any way, suggesting that I would rather have a root canal than go to church. It just happened that way.
