I'm currently struggling with everyday life because my right hand and wrist are in a splint following tendon repair surgery (see previous post). I celebrated tying my shoes yesterday - yes, really, tying my shoes! No more old lady slip-on Skecher mules for me! Fastening the seat belt in my car is a contortionist's nightmare, but I get it done. I still can't fix my hair, though. There's just not enough grip to go around for the styling brush AND the blow dryer.
I'm dealing with it, and doing as much as I can.
Well.
Today, I ran a couple of errands after work, and arriving home, I decided to eat some leftover pizza. Popped it in the oven, moved the laundry to the dryer, put the pizza on a plate, opened a can of soda, and noticed I'd BROKEN A TOOTH.
What. The. Heck.
When did it happen? Why didn't I notice? How could this huge chunk of enamel and dentin have sheared off without any pain? The entire front half of the tooth is gone, exposing a metal amalgam filling top to bottom!
I noticed my missing dentition at 5:01 p.m.
The dentist's office closed at 5:00 p.m.
Of. Course.
I called anyway, and left a message. Miracle of miracles, the receptionist called back, bless her pea-pickin' heart! I have an appointment tomorrow.
I'm guaranteed royal treatment - I'll be getting a crown.
After the dentist, I'll mosey on over to occupational therapy for my weekly torture session.
Looking forward to a FUN day.
What next? LOL, you've heard that song "head, shoulders, knees, and toes"? In your case it's "teeth, fingers, what's next? toes!" Keep your FlyLady shoes on!
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