First of all, I'd like to thank all of you who said I was hot. I'm not going to lie... I liked hearing it.
That post (the post below this one) was suppose to be more of a coming-out-of-the-closet-I-hear-voices kinda thing. But I'll take the, "you are hot" comments also.
It's good to know that some of you hear those voices too, which makes me again, totally normal.
Labor Day or weekend, to me, means that something is going to happen that we can't see a professional to help us because they are on vacation too.
This year it was my OnLay-let me break it down for ya.
Sunday rolls around and I'm fine, well sort of fine, the fine where you have a fever inducing head cold Friday night and Saturday you are in a drug induced coma, so Sunday you feel slightly better... fine. Sitting there, chatting away, laughing, causing raucous when all of a sudden I see a bag full or red cinnamon bears.
I love cinnamon anything. Something those of you who know the day I was birthed from my mommy's belly should note.
Of course, I couldn't help myself, so I had one.
I believe I was on number two, when OUT OF THE BLUE, I get this horrendous pain coming from the upper right side of my mouth.
My tongue goes to explore... and what does it feel? Nothing! That's right... a gaping hole where my tooth (onlay) should be!!!
If you have read me here at all for ANY decent amount of time you would know that... I'm a teeth person, (I think it stems from my parents never taking me to the dentist and my teeth starting to disintegrate so that they would HAVE to take me--some painful visits later) that once I paid for my own insurance... it was something extremely important to me.
Let's say I may have been a little dramatic... and may have freaked out a bit.
Of course, there are Emergency Dentists in town... but you have to pay some indecent amount of money for a "weekend/holiday" fee and everything up front... that your insurance will pay for later. At the time I was freaking out, it sounded fair to me!
Logical and cheap husband vetoed any of that.
So... all of that to tell you... I'm sportin a redneck tooth right now. Gaping hole with the little amount left it has just hanging there... I throw up a little in my mouth every time I look at it... or brush it... or anything. It's invisible to the human eye unless I open wide and tilt my head back... but it's there, and I KNOW it's there and that is all that truly matters.
I went to the dentist this morning... guess I have to crown it now. I don't care, I just want it back to normal.
And NO WAY am I posting a picture of it... but if I did, it'd look something like this.
|minus the hot guys and put my face there instead. Picture from HERE.|
Love, your redneck friend,