I was snacking on Wheat Thins Saturday afternoon. If I was on my "work week" schedule, I would have been asleep.
One cracker seemed crunchier than the others. Problem: It wasn't the cracker. It was my cracked molar.
I checked it out in the mirror. A big section of tooth was gone. Odd. I wasn't in any pain, and a cracker shouldn't have caused a molar to shatter like that. No matter. The damage was done.
While there was no pain, there were a few sharp edges left that were very annoying.
I could have called my dentist immediately. He does respond to weekend emergencies, and if he can't, a colleague would have patched me up. Considering I wasn't in pain or bleeding, and I was on vacation, I decided to wait.
I placed a call shortly after opening time yesterday. They had an opening, but it was immediate, and I had a couple of other things that needed my attention first. The next available slot was 5 PM. I took it.
My dentist must be part magician. I didn't think there was enough tooth there to work with, but he fashioned a repair that feels as good as new.
I still have some Wheat Thins, and solid teeth left.
