I haven't mentioned this latest excursion into "all things face-plant", because I'm tired of complaining. I don't do a lot of complaining in real life, believe it or not. I think I'd be a complete DRAG to be around if I constantly spouted what I was thinking. Therefore, most of my whining is contained in my head or my blog.

Hmmm, that's kinda like when I'd have a crush on a boy as a teenager. Only my brain and my diary knew (and I'll bet donuts to dollars that if my diary had eyes, they'd be stuck in the rolled up position permanently.)

In the last three weeks, I've broken FOUR teeth. Some worse than others.

Sunday morning, I was eating an apple and one of my crowns came off. The Hubs and I had a birthday party to attend that night; a lovely multi-course meal at a fabulous Italian restaurant (thanks again C&J, it was FAB!), so I sent The Hubs to the drug store to pick up something to temporarily glue my crown back on. Even so, I chewed v-e-r-y carefully. Mostly because:

A: I think I put the crown on backward (only me)
B: Due to the gunk to glue it, the crowned tooth was sitting up abnormally high. I was afraid I'd chomp down and break the darned thing

The dentist was able to fit me in yesterday. He didn't have time to thoroughly examine my mouth, but the tooth next to the crowned tooth was broken so badly that it also needed a crown. Even worse, he couldn't just cement the old crown back in place because I'd broken the build up (I think that's what it's called) underneath the crown, so that had to be redone as well as a new crown.

I asked the dentist about whether he thought these teeth breaking all the sudden had anything to do with the fall, and he said that he's almost 100% sure of it. He said that stuff like this can happen months or years after trauma to the face. The fact that it's happening all at once, would be another indicator. Especially since I don't chew gum or anything harder than an apple.

When I see him next week to put on the new crowns, we'll take a look at a treatment plan for the rest of my teeth.

Gee Lori, was there any good news to report?

Why yes there is. I briefly talked to the dentist about the orthodontics issue on the table. He said that he wouldn't do orthodontics if he were me because of the trauma that I've already had to my face. He said that what he CAN do is build my teeth higher on the right side of my face so they all line up, allowing me to chew on that side. He said that I do NOT have to worry about dentures because my roots and bones are in great shape. I may end up with crowns on all my teeth, which is WAY more expensive than dentures, but he doesn't see me as ever needing to worry about being in a fixadent commercial.

Also, if we can prove that all of this is a direct result of the fall, we might be able to get medical insurance to pay to fix the teeth. Wouldn't that be awesome? Our dental insurance has a fixed amount to spend every year. That basically covers regular cleaning and exams and pretty much nothing more, so everything is coming out of our pocket so far. Yesterday's tab was almost 2500.00. Every penny of it out of our pocket.

By the way, I've started a daily gratitude blog. None of this yammering on and on stuff. Just a daily quip of what I'm thankful for. It's a safe place to go if you are tired of hearing the whining. I know I would be tired of it. Gheesh.

Let me know if you join, so I can follow YOU. If you're a Facebook user, you can set it up to automatically post your gratitude posts to your Facebook page. It will also remind you to post something if you've not posted each day. I like that. It reminds me to acknowledge what I'm grateful for (which, by the way, is plenty!)