“Picture Pages, Picture Pages, Time to get your Picture Pages, Time to get your crayons and your pencils…”. Except that I’m not drawing anything for this post. But it’s a story in pictures none the less.

A tooth. It cracked. Saturday evening.
Not that you can see it in this crappy picture,
But that tooth is wiggling in that picture.

It was painful.
Why is it that when a tooth injury occurs, it’s always on a weekend?
Waiting until Monday really sucks.

I managed to focus the pain away,
With the help of a lot of ibuprofen.
Then a large chunk of tooth broke off Sunday evening.

It was even more painful.
Ibuprofen only does so much.
There were sensitive parts exposed.

I made lots of sad faces.
Even while I was waiting for hot-dentist-man to see me I had sad face.
Poor sad face.

X-rays were shot through me.
Hot-dentist-man declared the tooth must go!
I don’t like pain. Or needles. (Ironic, eh?)

Then hot-dentist-man gave me nitrous.
And I wasn’t as sad anymore.
Even when he stuck needles in my mouth several times.

After the numby stuff kicked in,
And with a few quick tugs,
Hot-dentist-man removed what was left of the tooth from my head.

But I was slightly distracted.
The chair was tilted back and hot-dentist-man was standing in his scrubs.
And his basket-of-plenty was mashed up against my shoulder.

If I had a picture of his basket-of-plenty, I would post it here.]

I was sent home with care instructions and pain medication.
The result of which kept me in a groggy distracted state on the couch.
The kittehs used me as a warm bed.

Now I have a hole where the tooth used to be.
The hole must be filled!
I will find out about replacement options in January when I go in for my checkup with hot-dentist-man.

What’s really bizarre?
I find the whole situation ironic.
I dressed as the tooth fairy for Halloween once.