All I Want For Christmas Is Two New Front Teeth.

Because I just snapped off chunks of both of mine.

Okay, not just - about six hours ago. I was getting out of the shower, of all the massively stupid things. (You know how you hear those stories about people slipping and dying in the shower? Yeah, they're all true, I bet.)

I had my left leg in, I put my right leg out - and the right leg slipped, the left leg slipped trying to correct, and there was a split-second where I could've gone backwards, but didn't. I went forwards, caught myself on my hands -

POW.

Front teeth, meet edge of toilet seat.

Oddly, it didn't really hurt. It still doesn't. I called the emergency contact number with my dentist. He called back three hours later (I would be pissed, but hell, it's a Saturday, that was probably great waiting time), after Google and I had calmed me down a little, and the three of us agreed that since I wasn't bleeding, didn't hurt, and had probably only lost about twenty percent of one tooth and ten percent of the other, I could come in Monday morning. Until then, I will have to live with my broken teeth. It whistles faintly when I talk, and makes me feel so very ugly.

And the real capper - do you know why I was taking a shower in the first place?

It was because I was going out to the coffeehouse.

TO WRITE.


Edit: Let it never be said I'm not willing to suffer for my art.

Thanks for the commiserations, guys.

The weird thing? I have had those teeth falling out nightmares - but in mine, they all just started to get loose and I could gently tug them out. *shudder*

I've told a few people about this, though, and it's amazing how many of them have stories about breaking teeth. My mother lost half a tooth to Grape Nuts cereal, a friend of mine lost a tooth to a skateboard - unfortunately, I know no hockey players. I'm sure they've got great stories.

Evaine, you poor thing. I hope they can fix it for you soon. (I'm going to do my utmost to get my dentist to give me some kind of stopgap measure - I don't know if I can get through the rest of the work week like this.) It sounds like you're handling it with more grace than I am, though - good for you.

Thanks for the replies, all. They've made me feel like not such a big idiot.

And Angelinity: I am so not scrimping on dentist fees.

This is the grand total if my insurance pays off completely - drumroll please:

$3,200!

What really sucks is that I've got to pay out of pocket because I just switched jobs. Though I've applied to continue dental coverage through COBRA, the coverage has not gone through yet - so I'm out of pocket for the whole cost, and get to submit a claim.

Yeah. That'll be fun. That means what'll be coming out of my account is:

$4,700!

I'm not sure what hurt worse - the two root canals, or the price tag.

Actually, no, the root canals were a breeze (okay, it did take three hours - thanks, my apparently huge-a$$ canals!). And again on the plus side, I've been saving up for a rainy day, so I've got the funds to cover it. Still, it's majorly eaten my reserve fund. I'm thinking about signing back up to do night stock on weekends at a store for a little while. I did it for a couple of summers in college, and loved it. It kept me in good shape with no stress. Between something on the side and my new job, it shouldn't be that bad. (I hope.)

But you know, at the end of the day, I'm grateful; I'm not dead, I have an only slightly ugly temporary (which does look like my teeth, viewed quickly and from a couple of feet away), and have permanent, hopefully pretty porcelain crowns on the way.

...Yeah, the pricetag still sucks. Why didn't I go into dentistry again?