Tooth Crack-a-lackin!

I cracked a tooth this weekend... Cracking teeth is not a good thing. I think it is a sign of old age. I actually cracked it while I was sleeping on saturday night... I was dreaming that I was eating jawbreakers and I woke up with red, blue, green and yellow slobber all over my pillow and a cracked tooth.

Okay, that was a lie... I didn't dream about eating jawbreakers... but it did happen in my sleep.

I grind my teeth at night. A past dentist of mine said that I have the teeth of a 60 year old because they have been ground down so much. (And that was about 7 years ago... so now I guess I have the teeth of a 67 year old.) Anyway, I went to the dentist yesterday... and he fixed the "fracture in tooth number 18"; in otherwords, he fixed the gaping hole in my back left lower molar (tooth #18).

ANYWAY... I have a temporary cap on my tooth as they order the "permanent" crown. $400 later... tooth number 18 will be good as new...

So, Merry Christmas to me... I get to gum my food because chewing is painful to me... for whatever reason, I can only open my jaw 9/16th's of an inch. Yes, I measured how wide I could open my mouth because Sydney asked me last night if that was as wide as I could open my mouth... and I said, "yes." ... and then she called me a freak. To which my response (in my head of course) was... "a woman who has arms so long that her knuckles drag on the floor and a mouth that opens so wide that she can put her fist in her mouth... should be careful when she uses the word "freak." "

That's what I told her in the depths of my mind anyway...