That's what this blog is about. My sore tooth.

As many of my long-time friends know, I have something of a history of getting injured while eating. There was that time I broke my front tooth eating chili at Training Table. And that time I sliced my face open eating a milkshake at Crown Burger (go ahead, figure out the logistics on THAT one).

So in the proud tradition of those shining moments, I injured myself yet again while eating yesterday.

Once a month, we have my Grandma down for Sunday dinner. Since Isaiah is seemingly now part of the family, he was there too. All in all, there was seven of us enjoying some baked chicken with honey BBQ glaze, funeral potatoes, corn and cauliflower. Not exactly a tough to eat meal.

Well, right towards the end of dinner, I bit down hard on what I can only assume was a piece of bone in the chicken. Sure, the chicken was boneless, but it certainly didn't come from anything else, and I was eating chicken at the time. It was a chicken bone.

Instantly I froze. I still had food in my mouth, but I could feel something sorta dangling. Out of place.

At this point, since I had just suddenly frozen with a quizzical look on my face, my family assumed I was choking to death (?) and started to panic. I quickly let them know, nope, not dying, but I think I messed my tooth up.

First thought? I broke a filling or something. I'm not very good at teeth, I don't know how these things work, so it seemed likely. The real truth is even more sucky, though.

I broke some enamel off of my tooth. This part in particular:

One of the four little ridges on your molars. I think I broke a part of that off. As a result, my tooth and jaw has hurt since yesterday afternoon. It went away a little through the evening, but I had a drink of water before bed, and it started to ache again, keeping me from sleeping too restfully last night. This morning, when I brushed the rest of my teeth, I gave that guy a gentle scrub, and that hurts too. I know there aren't any nerve endings in enamel (since it's bone), so I can only figure the pain is because A) I bit down hard or something and just temporarily hurt my jaw and the area around there (this is the one I'm hoping for) or B) I cracked the tooth further down, and I'm in trouble.

I guess what I'm saying is, teeth suck. Maybe the founding fathers had something with that whole 'wooden teeth' thing? Probably not. Maybe I need to be less reckless while eating (that's a weird sentence). Or maybe this is nature's way of saying, Hey, fatty, stop eating so much and you'll stop hurting yourself. Or something.

My tooth hurts.

(This is the face I'm making at everybody today.)

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