The Toof

Well, it only took SIX MONTHS, but I finally have a new "tooth", or as I call it, a toof. 

Ta-Da!

Back in July I got hit with a post hole digger that knocked me unconscious and struck fear into the hearts of my participants. They frantically scrambled around as I hunkered down on all fours, spitting out blood. Actually, they weren't that frantic and they handled the situation well, but it was unpleasant for all involved, I'm sure. Two months later I was eating a potato chip when suddenly I felt something crack. I panicked and hastily pushed the half of my tooth that cracked back into position. Cosmetically it looked okay, but I knew I was screwed.

Eventually another piece of the tooth cracked off as well, leaving me with a not-so-attractive hole in my mouth. I figured it was way too far past the incident to get any sort of worker's comp insurance, but as per the recommendation of my co-workers I tried anyway. Thankfully, worker's comp agreed to cover all of it.

6 months and many, many appointments later and my fantastic dentist was able to save the root and part of my tooth, and give me a very real looking "toof". I'm grateful to have my smile back (so cliche, but true). The next hurdle is to get my wisdom teeth out... right now my teeth are so crowded that they're pushing into weird positions and giving me another round of self-conscious smiling. Oh, dental woes! At least I've got my toof.