Why does it always happen on the weekend? Why? Why? Why?
So, here I was flossing early Sunday morning and out popped my beautiful gold onlay!
Dentists, dentists, all around and not one near enough to call! Both of my sons, Paul (Dental Nation) and Pete, are dentists but live 600 miles away in a northerly direction; my brother John is a dentist but lives 600 miles away in a southerly direction. And I'd worked for years with the dentists at the University of Michigan and, while they're only a few miles away, it's Sunday and only the automated voice messages are up and running.
So here I am, tooth in hand, crater in mouth, and no one to call. Until Monday. You guessed it; stress was the name of the game all day Sunday and during the night as well.
Of course. Monday morning was no exception, until I was finally able to reach a real person and get an appointment in one of the UM clinics. Would they be able to recement my onlay? Would I have to get a new filling? Did I have decay starting under it all? What if it was even worse? Then what? Huh?
However, all the stress in the world, didn't help fix the situation. Only a dentist could do it. And Dr. Oh politely looked in my mouth, said it looked like a "best-case scenario" and promptly cemented my onlay back in its place. Was I a happy camper then? YES!!!
Now I have to tell you the trip to the dentist was no thrifty find. No, not nearly. The thrifty find came later in the day. When I returned home flashing my once again happy smile, Jim suggested a trip to an antique mall we hadn't visited for some time. Suddenly, stress was a thing of the past and the future held only wonderful treasures soon to be discovered. And off we went to the Williamston Antique Mall.
I was barely in the door when I found this amazing 1940's primer for only $4! The Work-Play Books' "Friendly Stories" by Gates and Huber! All those fabulous vintage illustrations to enjoy. Stories about Jack the rabbit, Bingo the dog, and Topsy the cat! All those sweet little animals to read about! Yippee!
And, finally, the moral of the story: All that stress really paid off, didn't it? Hm..!