So about a year ago, my missus and I were at a Mexican restaurant. We ordered up a few dishes, including a plate of Nachos to share. I'm enjoying the meal when all of a sudden theres a god awful (I'm talking spine shivering) "crunching" sound and sensation in my mouth as the back of my tooth cracks off.
It's unexpected and happens real fast so before I know it, I've chewed down a again on this fragment of tooth that broke off. Another horrid crunching results as I break the fragment into smalled shards.
Ugh!
Once I'm over the initial shock of it and resign myself to what just happened, I go and rinse my mouth and return to gingerly finish the rest of my meal. The next day I make an appointment with my dentist.
He's an older dude. Like early to mid seventies and aside from his age, a very special guy in many regards. He chuckles and proceeds to tell me that corn chips are a major culprit in chipped teeth and he sees this sort of thing a lot. He gives me some options from a minor fix to a complete overhaul of the tooth.
Now, I'll be the first to admit that as cool as my dentist is, I HATE dental work. Being in a dentist chair renders me pitiful. Once in that seat, I have courage equivalent of an eight year old girl. You could say I am phobic about pretty much everything to do with dentistry aside from paying my bill and getting out of there fast as I can.
So, I opt for the minor procedure. A light grinding back of my tooth to take the sharp edge off the chipped tooth. It's a tooth that has a big filling in it so he works around it and smooths the edges of my mishap down to a comfortable surface.
Fast forward to last night.
I'm at a neighbors birthday party, enjoying a plate of nibblies. As I'm eating and enjoying an exceptionally tasty (and I will mention SOFT) appetizer of asparagus wrapped in bacon (damn good!) the unimaginable happens.
Before I know it, the filling in my tooth has silently popped out and I've swallowed it!
I'll say that again. The mercury filling in my tooth fell out, and I before I knew what was up, I swallowed the freakin' thing. I'm mid conversation when I realized whats happened. I try to play it cowboy and just roll with it. I keep a straight face and say nothing to my neighbor who is telling me an interesting story as I feel this awful lump sliding down my pipes.
It's been 24 hours, and it feels like it's still in my gut, or intestine or something. Or maybe I shat it out already and I'm just spooked and feeling some phantom. I just hope I'll pass the thing 'cause I definitely don't want that thing sitting in me.
Anyone else had, or heard of this sort of thing? I'll be calling my dentist on Monday but in the meanwhile, I am a little wigged out about it.
What a week.
Cheers.
It's unexpected and happens real fast so before I know it, I've chewed down a again on this fragment of tooth that broke off. Another horrid crunching results as I break the fragment into smalled shards.
Ugh!
Once I'm over the initial shock of it and resign myself to what just happened, I go and rinse my mouth and return to gingerly finish the rest of my meal. The next day I make an appointment with my dentist.
He's an older dude. Like early to mid seventies and aside from his age, a very special guy in many regards. He chuckles and proceeds to tell me that corn chips are a major culprit in chipped teeth and he sees this sort of thing a lot. He gives me some options from a minor fix to a complete overhaul of the tooth.
Now, I'll be the first to admit that as cool as my dentist is, I HATE dental work. Being in a dentist chair renders me pitiful. Once in that seat, I have courage equivalent of an eight year old girl. You could say I am phobic about pretty much everything to do with dentistry aside from paying my bill and getting out of there fast as I can.
So, I opt for the minor procedure. A light grinding back of my tooth to take the sharp edge off the chipped tooth. It's a tooth that has a big filling in it so he works around it and smooths the edges of my mishap down to a comfortable surface.
Fast forward to last night.
I'm at a neighbors birthday party, enjoying a plate of nibblies. As I'm eating and enjoying an exceptionally tasty (and I will mention SOFT) appetizer of asparagus wrapped in bacon (damn good!) the unimaginable happens.
Before I know it, the filling in my tooth has silently popped out and I've swallowed it!
I'll say that again. The mercury filling in my tooth fell out, and I before I knew what was up, I swallowed the freakin' thing. I'm mid conversation when I realized whats happened. I try to play it cowboy and just roll with it. I keep a straight face and say nothing to my neighbor who is telling me an interesting story as I feel this awful lump sliding down my pipes.
It's been 24 hours, and it feels like it's still in my gut, or intestine or something. Or maybe I shat it out already and I'm just spooked and feeling some phantom. I just hope I'll pass the thing 'cause I definitely don't want that thing sitting in me.
Anyone else had, or heard of this sort of thing? I'll be calling my dentist on Monday but in the meanwhile, I am a little wigged out about it.
What a week.
Cheers.
