It happened! The WORST thing that can happen to someone on a vacation on the other side of the country. Not even 1/3 of the way into our vacation.
I am eating a bagel and while chewing … I notice a stone in my mouth … that’s no stone, that’s part of my tooth! I had cracked a tooth, a molar to be exact. Sheared it, to be even more precise.
My “local” dentist is in Northern Minnesota, my brother-in-law. I called my sister, who LITERALLY answered, “Calling while you’re at Disney? What’s wrong?” I told her the story.
“Send me a picture and I’ll pass it on to the Doctor.”
The first question is always the same, “Any pain?” I froze for a minute as my body did a “system’s check.”
“Uh…..no.” Was my surprised response.
“Ok. No pain, no emergency. Go back to the beach. We’ll see you in a couple of weeks. And, uh, little brother?”
Here it comes. “Yes?” I said.
“Only chew on the others side of your mouth. Got it?”
Sigh. “Ok.”
What had happened, to the best we know so far, is that the cracked tooth has a filling in it and it is holding everything else in place for now.
No chewing on that one side but … use ice if you have any discomfort.
WOOHOO! BRING ON THE FRUITY DRINKS!
Doctor’s orders, right?!
