A couple of days before Christmas I lost one of my front top teeth. I've already lost my four front bottom teeth, and a couple in the back. All of my teeth except one is loose. This weekend I lost the ability to eat bread. I can't eat a piece of American cheese. I'm down to mashed potatoes, oatmeal, and pureed soup. We went to the buffet on Saturday night and the only thing I could eat was the mashed potatoes, because they had already put away the soup and the meatloaf. I started to cry. I was hungry, and I hated paying $9 for a plate of mashed potatoes. I have almost constant pain in my jaw now. This morning, the dentist re-opened from their two week holiday, and I was on the phone as soon as they opened to make my appointment.
A week from Friday this will all be over. Yes, I realize that's Friday the 13th. I'm not superstitious about that. I'll get my impressions done at 7:45. They'll pull my teeth at 1:00, and immediately stick my new teeth in. I'm nervous. I'm excited. I can't hardly wait. I can't decide what to eat first. I have a list. I want to eat something cold and something hot and something crunchy and something chewy. For sure there is a steak in my future. And some etoufee. And a big huge salad. I haven't been able to eat anything remotely crunchy in over 6 months. I miss salad.
1 comments:
I would have cried too (out of frustration). I'll be glad when this is over for you :)
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