Friday, May 14, 2010
The sky was blue.
The weather was mild.
Work went well.
Yellowstone Park was my friend and home sweet home.
My oldest son will be here in a few days.
The roads are open and there is more exploring to do. Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah it's a wonderful day.
You know where this is headed don't you?
I bit on something at lunch and discovered later that part of a back molar is broken....down to the gums.
The filling is floating precariously on top of the break.
I called the health clinic for the Old Faithful area, hoping for solace or a little advice.
He had no referrals for a dentist.
He said if I found a good one to let him know so he could pass it on to anyone else who needed one.
Do I look like a referral service?
I need help. I need hand holding. I'm going to need a lot of money!
It seems that I may have to travel a ways to find one.
Here's the route I will have to take.
Maybe I should pack a bag.
Seriously, it will be at least a two hour drive to get to the nearest dentist.
In case you haven't noticed, today is Friday. Dentists don't work on the weekend. They have better things to do like spend their money.
For who knows how long, I have to keep my tongue from exploring the area. You know how you want to keep poking at something like that. I have to eat on one side of my mouth.
It doesn't hurt....YET.
Even worse, he'll have some fantastic way to save the tooth which will require multiple visits and all of the money I will make in six months at Yellowstone Park.
Do I need to mention that I have never, ever had a dental emergency?
This is not the time or place for this. Will I wake up in the morning and discover it was just a nightmare or will I wake up and find my tooth on the pillow?
Don't try to make a toothless old woman smile. And don't send candy with nuts.