I didn't mention this before, but I broke my tooth on Mother's Day. I was eating porridge (recipe to follow) and suddenly something was dreadfully wrong. After that everything I ate got jammed into a new rabbit hole that had somehow appeared between my two molars farthest back on the bottom right. ouch.
Wonderful, wonderful Dr. Bruce got me in Tuesday morning at 7:30am. Even after staying up late at the Poetry Slam Monday night, I sprang out of bed, ready to see an end to the discomfort. Well, actually I had this weird hypnogogic experience between the alarm clock and the feet on the floor which involved "Waking Up" (as an embodied state of consciousness - I think she was wearing pajamas and blue slippers) walking up a flight of stairs and seeing a hand-drawn poster that said "NO WAY!" in purple sparkly bubble letters, but I dismissed it and woke.
Turns out, I had a fearsome ragged chunk of broken-off tooth jammed deep into my gum between the two teeth since Sunday morning. Dr. Bruce showed it to me because he knows I like stuff like that. cool. No wonder it hurt when I chewed. ew.
Now I have a new filling and a new appreciation for salad, which I really wanted to eat on Monday, but I settled for squishy pasta because it didn't hurt so much. Also an appreciation for my fully functioning face after walking around for three hours with blubber cheek and manitou tongue - blubba goo goo (drool).
I guess if something about me is going to disintegrate, it's okay that it's my teeth, in minor ways like this.
question: what would you most want to chew if you had to stop chewing for a bit?
mompoet - I have a lovely bunch of broccoli and some nice chicken