I was flossing my teeth on wednesday morning when it happened.
It took one bounce...
...and was gone!
I didn't really see it happen.
I heard the clunk as porcelain hit porcelain.
I looked down, and then up.
The horror of what had just happened was staring me in the face.
One of my front teeth - all of it - had let loose and was now well and truly down the sink.
The tooth is a crown.
I cursed inwardly at the prospective expense of replacing it.
And then figured that I had some plumbing to do.
In the event, it was easier than expected. When my bathroom was renovated a few years ago, a plastic u-tube with an easy-access screw-cap on the underside had been installed. It took mere minutes to open it up, empty the contents and recover my crown.
Of course, my dentist is away on an extended vacation at the moment but I knew that the clinic will always squeeze you in - especially for quick and easy repairs.
Quick and easy...yes...
...but the new dentist didn't like the look of the insides where there has been a bit of decay that caused the crown to come loose.
All of a sudden, she was talking about crown lengthening and implants.
Whatever euphoria I might have felt at the recovery of my crown disappeared down the figurative drain.
I'll need to speak with my dentist about permanent solutions when he gets back.