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.
I stopped by the gym last night on my way home from another function. I had about an hour to complete my workout routine before the staff lock up.
I got through my circuit a bit quicker than expected. I thought about having a shower or just heading home (it was 10:45 pm) and decided on the latter.
Given that I knew I would be going late, I had been a bit more daring in my choice of underwear yesterday. There was little chance of my running into anyone while I was changing at that late hour.
Still, I didn't dally. Took off my sweatpants, put on my pants and shirt and started to get my stuff together.
At which point, another user comes back to his locker just behind me. All I noticed was that he had his towel about his waist.
Then he commented that he was glad to see that I used a notebook, too.
I looked up. And looked him up and down. Yowza. A bit dorky looking with glasses but what a taught bod. Thin, athletic, muscular. Gorgeous hairy chest and treasure trail. My height. Definite bubble butt.
I suddenly wished that I hadn't been quite so intent on a quick change.