As you can see, my upper front teeth broke off in a curve.
“Just what we need!” to paraphrase Somara which was also very little comfort yesterday as I showed her what happened when I fainted yesterday. Fainted? I’ve been feeling off, mostly bed-ridden so I should’ve taken my time heading to the bathroom but I couldn’t hold in number one. I was doing fine for the first 20 feet getting there until what little blood was in my head rushed out…and away I fell uncontrollably. Although I blacked out, I felt the big smack in the mouth, my arm knocked out the toilet-paper holder and I ended up on the floor. I knew immediately something was wrong with my teeth. Where those pieces went? I fear I swallowed them. Boy did the upper half of my mouth smart.
Now what? A visit to the dentist as soon as possible is in the cards, but not until I feel well enough to move and not wretch. Wish me well on getting this fixed because I am somewhat vain with no wish to be saddled with dentures or a funky bridge apparatus like athletes sometimes get. Going to find out if my employer’s insurance is also better with the onsite dentist too.