Like "Don't have any more crazy parties."
Truthfully, it's probably more like:
"Don't eat carrots from the relish tray at your crazy parties!!!"
Yeah, it was pretty horrific. But, I tried to be a good sport. I even posed for a picture. Nice, huh?Since the whole fiasco happened on a Saturday, I had to get it on with my big bad hill-billy self for the remainder of the weekend. Fortunately, I wasn't in pain. I was just... well... ugly.
I tried to paste the crown back into my mouth with some dental adhesive. But, that didn't work so well. The tooth would stay in for about 2 hours and then fall out again. So, eventually, I gave up.
When I went to the dentist on Monday, they pulled my tooth and provided me with a handy-dandy temporary bridge.
At this point, you can hardly tell that I'm a hill-billy. But, we all have our secrets, right?
1 comment:
Good sport? Uh, GREAT SPORT!!!
You totally look like a hillbilly. Very interesting. Wonder if you'd be viewed differently without a front tooth. I'm sure of it.
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