Have you ever noticed that you always get that weird pain, have an accident or your teeth go crazy on a long holiday weekend? Some call it Murphy’s Law – I call it a pain in the arse.
I’ve had a tooth that my dentist and I have been ‘watching’ – that’s funny when you think about it – ‘let’s watch that tooth, shall we?’ What are we expecting it to do? A five minute stand up routine? My laundry? Water the garden?
Anyway, for all the watching and the tooth’s utter non-reponsiveness – it slipped by until it was too late. Zelda and I went out to lunch yesterday. “Just a 15 minute drive up the 5 and we’re there,” she said. Well, 15 minutes to Zelda usually includes an additional 45 minutes of getting lost, making wrong turns and then calling the restaurant to find out where the heck they are hiding. Anyway, we finally get to Red Lobster because I’m jonesing for some seafood. Everything on the menu look scrumptious and it takes another 20 minutes for us to decide what we want to eat and it’s 3:30 by now and neither one of us has eaten because we had this quick errand of taking her old cat to be put down and then finding a replacement cat, which took about 3 hours…
Finally, we order, get our food and yup – ms. toof decides now is a good time to act up. Have you ever tried to eat in one side of your mouth while trying not to move the other side of your mouth? It can’t be done my friends, and every bite was an adventure in gradations of pain.
We finish our meals and head back home. Of course, now it’s 4:30 and the early escapers are on the road, heading out for the holiday weekend – again a 15 minute drive turns into 45 minutes. When I get home, I dial up the dentist’s office, hoping against hope that they are still open. Ah, thank God, they are. But…bummer, nope they can’t get me in until Tuesday. So much for bbq’s, hot dogs, fireworks and really just eating. I guess it’s not that bad, protein drinks for five days. It could be worse – I think.
Anyway, if you notice I’m a little grumpy over the next few days, blame it on the toof. It is the toof’s fault and I can’t do anything about the toof til Tuesday. Bear with me.
Note to the tooth faery: I’ll be expecting quite a bit of dough for this one. Don’t disappoint.