A few weeks ago while teaching a lacrosse class (I’m a physical education teacher, remember?) I felt my fake tooth loosen up. Then when I was explaining something to the class, whosh...there it went. It flew out of my mouth- whizzed past a few kid’s and landed on the grass. If that wasn’t bad enough this was a whole class of girls. I mean if I were teaching guys when it happened, no biggie. “Cool. Mr. Sproull must have been a fight once.” Girls? Squeals of gross, running around in circles screaming “ewww”.
I know, with all the world tragedies and things to lose sleep over a tooth shouldn’t be one of them. Like it or not our society has ingrained it into our heads that looks matter and it’s hard not to be a little subconscious when I had a tooth that might pop out at any time.
Last Thursday was the day the dentist put in phase three the “real” tooth. As I ate dinner that night my daughter Emma was smiling from ear to ear “dad you can eat dinner with all your teeth!” Yes I had what looked like a mouthpiece attached to a fake tooth that I had to take out every time I eat for the past nine months. This has been especially fun when we’ve gone out to eat. I honestly feel like the server was giving me a bonus spin because they felt sorry for me, like I never even had a tooth in the first place and had no intention of fixing it. Ever. Oh well. I like a deal.
But it’s fixed forever now. Hopefully. Even though my co-worker predicts it’ll fall out before October. Boy, I hope not!
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