After suffering with a bad tooth for years, I finally had my first root canal last week. Not very pleasant. Exactly one week later, that same tooth had to be pulled. Luckily it is in the back of my mouth so it is not easily visible. But I do have a big smile and I'm concerned about looking like some kind of hillbilly with a missing tooth. In time I will have an implant put in its place but that is a long process in itself.
After having the tooth pulled, I asked my dentist if I could take it home and put it under my pillow. Perhaps the Tooth Fairy would bring me a big diamond or the like. I mean, I suffered for a long time with this tooth. One would think it would be worth something. I purposely told Rick that I was putting the tooth under my pillow that night since he doesn't take well to subtle hints. When I awoke the next morning, NOTHING. Not even a quarter. Just the tooth in the little ziploc baggie my dentist gave me. Boohoo. When I commented to Rick that I recieved nothing from the Tooth Fairy he told me to put it under my pillow again that night and he would leave me the checking account balance slip! Enough said, I get the point.
The next night when Rick came home from work, he asked, "How's jer hole?" I said, "WHAT?"
He said, "I can't ask you how your tooth is anymore since it's been pulled, so how's jer hole?" I responded, "CLOSED. Thank you very much."
