Wow did I get a shock at lunch!
Betty and I were shelling some dried beans this morning and she ask me what I wanted for lunch.
It was about eleven thirty so I told her we should just have something quick as we were working.
She fixed some French fries and I grilled a hamburger.
She made me a cheeseburger and put a big slice of our garden tomato.
It was good and I was grubbing down.
All at once, I guess I had a French fry that was a little hard, I bit down and I felt something pop and a sudden pain.
You have probably already guessed, yes I broke half of my tooth off down in my gums.
As we haven't lived here long I haven't been to a dentist for about two years and I don't have one here.
I called three dentists and finally found one who would see me. The dentist looked at the tooth and said well I have some bad news I can't pull the tooth you will have to go to a dental surgeon as the roots were around the sinus cannel. He gave me four names of surgeons. I called the first three and one said It would be a week before I could see him the other two said two weeks and the fourth said the last week of September do you want to make an appointment. I said my tooth is hurting and half of it is gone. He said I'm sorry but that is as soon as I can see you. By this time my fuse was very short. I said if I can wait for five weeks I can wait until I die and hung up the phone.
Finally the fifth dental surgeon said he would see me in the morning at 9:45. I sure will be glad to get this tooth out. I am taking a pain pill every six hours to help relive some of the pain.
Man I thought someone with half a tooth gone and you are hurting would be classed as an emergency but not with these ding bats.
Maybe I'm just over reacting but a tooth ache isn't very nice to handle.
This is enough venting so I will shut up for now.