I'm finding it difficult to write today.
Because my front tooth fell out. Or more accurately, the crown where my front tooth used to be fell out. There I was just innocently chomping away on my organic amaranth no-sugar-added cereal, with walnuts sprinkled on and almond milk poured over, (I know. Pretty uninspired breakfast but I have a great deal of dietary atonement to do after vacation.) when I bit down on something that was decidedly not amaranth or walnuts. Lucky for me I didn't bite down hard and also lucky that I didn't swallow the thing.
So I spit it out and there it was. Ew. I looked in the mirror and was even more grossed out because all that was left of my original front tooth was this whittled down fang. A call to my dentist's office and a few minutes later Julia the snaggletooth was on her way for a tooth re-gluing.
So I was traumatized. Yes I was. I give y'all permission to call me a real wimp.
I was all set to attempt to write a brilliant discussion about some of the latest Sjogren's studies that I had found interesting but my thought process was completely derailed by the frightening thought that I may have swallowed about a thousand dollars worth of dental work AND the knowledge that there was no. way. in. HELL that I would have consented to wait for the thing to make it's way through my innards and then -- even though cleaned up and autoclaved -- let it be reattached anywhere, especially inside my oral cavity.
Dr. F. spent probably a total of fifteen minutes with me to re-attach the thing, ten of which were spent regaling me with stories about other similar incidents with his patients that didn't end nearly as well, (like the lady that swallowed a four tooth solid gold bridge who opted to um....recycle... the thing) and also the items that his labrador had swallowed; the most entertaining of which was an entire burlap feed sack. I told him he had to quit with the stories or I wouldn't be able to stop laughing long enough for the adhesive to set up and then I'd be back tomorrow probably having the same problem.
By the time I left his office, I just couldn't get back into a scientific frame of mind. That's hard enough even without mental images of a large dog chowing down a whole feed sack or how one would go about cleaning up a four tooth gold bridge. So I gave up. And what y'all get today is just everyday drivel.
The quest to create an actually informative post continues, however. See y'all tomorrow.