I broke off half of a tooth today. Whine.
It doesn’t horribly hurt but I get twinges of pain when I suck in air or let anything hot or cold hit the spot. Whine.
Apparently a lot of people broke teeth over the weekend. I didn’t break mine until 10:19 a.m.. They beat me to the phone. There are no openings at the dentist’s office until Thursday! Whine. Whine.
I just paid for the rest of my trip to Hawaii. I have mentioned that I’m going to Hawaii in February, right? Gonna cross that one off of my promise list. I’m counting the days and am so excited. No Whine.
But I just paid for the trip and now I know I’m look at a charge of at least $1000 to fix my tooth with a crown and even more if I need a root canal. I don’t even want to think of the way the costs mount up if he can’t fix it with a crown and I need an implant. WHINEWHINEWHINEWHINEWHINE.
Sorry for all of the whining, but there’s a silver lining in this whimpering cloud. If I’m writing out my whines here, I’m not eating over the situation.
Bottom line — it is what it is. The tooth must be fixed and I’ll deal with whatever must be done to achieve the repair. I’m not thrilled about the unexpected expense, but it’s not like I’ll have to ration Nat and Pyxi’s dog food to make ends meet.
Thank you for listening!
Weighty Matters 
I want to go to Hawaii! That’s my whine. :p
Thanks, Skye. You bungee jumped??? Are there photographs? I think you need to write a blog post about the experience.
Sucks that you had to reschedule Europe. I hope you plan another trip and go for it!
There are very fuzzy photos because my BFF, who is terrified of heights, couldn’t convince himself I wasn’t jumping to my death (no one went before me, so no frame of reference). If I can find a not so fuzzy one I’ll send it to you!
Maybe I’ll write one about the entirety of the experience at some point. Good idea. Thanks.
I will reschedule Europe, once money is coming in again. Or maybe I’ll just sell my household and take off like I did once before!
I understand completely. When I first began the year that ended with me in Houston, I was originally planning on going to Europe for some unspecified amount of time. I bought luggage. I went bungee jumping so that I wouldn’t be afraid of anything else. Then, less than a week later, I wrecked my car on a hidden patch of ice. Totalled and old enough that it wasn’t worth fixing and I didn’t have collision on it. I cracked 3 teeth that had just been filled, so the insurance said it was the fillings, not the accident that cracked them, so they wouldn’t pay. That was three crowns. Then a fourth crown when another crown did something weird. Plus, I needed a car while I was still in town, so another $1K for a little beater car, and, when I decided that I just couldn’t handle Europe, I had to buy a better car. There went almost $9K. Sometimes the smallest things can trip you up, but you have to just get back up, kick the damned car, and keep going.
Good for you for whining here rather than eating there! I know how it feels to contemplate the gathering snowball. But I’ll bet you just end up with a crown, not an implant. I’ll send good thoughts along, too, just in case. 🙂