These past few days I have
been experiencing a Twilight Zone-ish thing that culminated this morning in a
really good conclusion. But first let me give you a little background information
as to how this all came about. I'm still shaking my head back & forth as I
sit here writing about my little escapade with what can only be described as
divine intervention.
Many of you know that we
returned from an eleven day southern Caribbean
cruise a week & a half ago. It was a
wonderful cruise except for one minor happenstance. On the second day of the
cruise I bit into my tasty cheese roll at dinner to feel something extremely
hard. Oh, shit, I murmured as I realized it was a tooth or a piece of one! I
pulled it out of my mouth & was just starting to examine it as the waiter
arrived to take our order.
I shoved the tooth in my
pocket & hoped that it wasn't from somewhere that showed when I talked or
smiled. After ordering some absolutely delicious salmon, I realized that it was
a few teeth from the back on the upper left. And fortunately, it didn't hurt at
all. Thank goodness for small favors.
When we returned to our
cabin, I quickly zipped it into a small baggie & placed it in the cupboard
- this much I know for sure. We were in a hurry to get to the show & I
didn't know if it was a crown or a tooth that had broken off. Over the next few
days I kind of forgot about the tooth but have vague remembrances of putting it
in either my purse or my carry on bag (somewhere safe) to bring home & take
to the dentist.
Today was my dental
appointment. I started looking a few days ago for the tooth. Low & behold,
I couldn't find the frickin' thing anywhere. I looked in my purse & checked
every pocket in my carry on more than once but no tooth. As time went on I was
really thinking that it was a crown for a number of reasons that aren't
necessary to the story - & you don't need details of my mouth I'm sure.
I brought Lou into the
search a day or two ago & he looked in all of his stuff to no avail. Now, I
was getting pissed off since I figured it would be way cheaper to glue it back
on then to make a new one. We pulled down the suitcases & carry ons to
search one more time - nothing. Damn it, where could it be? Both of us had
checked every cabinet in our stateroom several times before departure &
were sure we would have noticed the baggie if it was still there.
I kept repeating my mantra,
"If all it takes is time or money to fix something, it isn't that big of a
problem." But I sure didn't want to spend hundreds of dollars if I didn't
need to. I had resolved myself to that being the case, telling myself,
"It's only money."
I love my dentist who is in Pleasanton (100 miles from Sacramento
There is a small opening in
part of the toothbrush & I noticed something weird was wedged in it. Muttering
"What the hell?" (actually something much more descriptive), I was
flabbergasted to find my tooth! My first thought was "Thank you, God, for
looking out for me" once I comprehended that it was indeed the wayward tooth.
Literally 10 minutes before
I was ready to leave it turned up in the strangest place - no baggie, just the
tooth. I have absolutely no recollection of putting it in the quart bag with my
liquids but I must have. I guess that was my "safe place". Maybe
senility really is kicking in. Or I'm just going nuts.
Arriving at the office, I asked
the dentist if it was indeed a crown. She replied, "Yep & it looks in
good shape. We should be able to glue it back on." It was quick, easy
& no novocaine required. The best part is that it literally saved me at least
$800!!! I am in awe of all the tiny unrelated details that had to come together
this morning to find the stupid tooth. Can you imagine if I paid for a new one
& found the damn thing next week? I am so thankful that God had my back
through all this craziness!
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