Tooth Part Tooth.
There's a knock knock joke I tell my kids every once in a while...it goes like this:
Duluth tooth in my mouth is making it hard to talk..
So, anyways, I mentioned some time ago that I was to get some dental work....well...in true j eastman fashion, even that got effed up.
Now I have to see a specialist. Yep. Apparently, it seems that the root of my tooth is broken off, and the now the whole thing may have to be extracted. Or not. Nobody knows. Not until I see the specialist. That's more than a month away.
So, in the mean time, whatever remained of my previously damaged tooth has been sawed completely off....gone. However, the dentist did give me a "temporary" crown. She advised me not to eat solid food, because this temporary tooth isn't really attached to anything....there really isn't anything to glue it to, so basically it's being held in place by sheer will power. But not really. She expressed concerns about decay and advised me not to use superglue...or duct tape to keep it from falling out.
She recommended a liquid diet. I tried to get a doctors note so I could drink at work, but she laughed, thinking that I was joking.
So, now the loose tooth in my mouth is making it hard to talk. And eat. And sleep.
It hasn't, however, affected my drinking. So, in the words of Paul Westerberg, "All I really want is beer for breakfast". And lunch. And dinner.