Monday, May 6, 2019
Now there is a text that I just got from Mrs. C that you don’t see very often.
What is it about?
No it is not an autocorrect goof.
Last week we spent five days in Grand Cayman. Snoozing, reading, swimming, snorkeling and sunning in the Caribbean. The Island was great, the getting and returning not so much as there were no direct flights.
I have a canine tooth that is not really my tooth. Well technically it is my tooth, but it is a fake tooth. It has a longish post that fits into my mouth where a real tooth used to reside and stays there by means of some special dental glue.
At least once a year the damn thing gets loose and eventually slips out. It almost always waits until I am on vacation. I use a temporary dental silly putty type stuff to hold it in place until I can see my dentist. It usually lasts pretty well for about a week.
BTW, no you can not just fix it yourself with Super Glue. Well you could, but my dentist says it is a bad idea, I had that information confirmed by a fraternity buddy who is a dentist so it must be true, though I’m not sure why. Might just be similar to why a mechanic would suggest changing your own oil is a bad idea. Gluing a tooth back in place is easy money.
Anyway, the tooth popped out on the plane as we were preparing to return to NJ. I wrapped it in a tissue and Mrs. C put it away for safekeeping.
For several days now I have been living with a missing front tooth. As long as I do not smile or say Christmas, no one seems to notice, but I am going to see the dentist this week.
Mrs. C just finished unpacking from vacation. She put the tooth in a hat in the kitchen where I keep all my billfolds and stuff. She sent me that mysterious text as a reminder.
Not much to blog about, but then I lead a pretty boring life.