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Once Upon A Time, there was a
young Prince (we'll call him Stu Shames) who played all day and played
all night. The World was his oyster he was known to say, because
he frolicked and frolicked without a care in the world, gathering all
of Life's pearls. Then, one day, tragedy struck and the young Prince started to look at the World in a new way. A chariot with a team of racing horses accidently slammed into the young Prince's chariot and the Prince saw stars. The Healers of the Kingdom looked upon our hero with concern. Will he ever play the violin again? Not if it was played with his face. Besides, why are we talking about violins. He plays piano. The Healers brought grave news. "We can give you a little time with that mouth of yours," they said. "However, one of these days, you're gonna lose that tooth or maybe two." |
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"Whoa is me!" the Prince cried,
for he loved his teeth very much since they were responsible for him
being able to say the words, "succinct" "sauerkraut" and
"Cincinnati". "What do I do? My Kingdom's funds are
not very liquid and, besides, how much money do you think a Prince
brings in each year (especially after taxes and expenses)."
Okay, Folks, here's what's going down. After much deliberation, fear and loathing, I decided to face this impending disaster. As the dentist predicted some time a go, that moment is nye, and there is definite looseness happening. Already my lower tooth (in the front, no doubt) is attempting to bust loose and fly. Rather than let it happen, while I wait and see what steps to take, I thought I would actually create a sort of bloggy account of this process. Consider this my therapy, and you, Dear Readers, my Therapist. You may comment on this by going back to my front page and hitting "Sign My Guestbook" at the bottom. So here goes: Wednesday, February 15, 2006 I saw the dentist today and he laid it on the line for me. I got a problem. One tooth is definitely coming out. It's loose as hell. I made an appointment with an oral surgeon for March 6. I am hoping and praying that it doesn't pop our of me before then. I have enough misery over the pain, but I am fearful of how I will look and how I will be able to sing. I need a lot of support here. This is definitely a sucky situation. I would say it "bites", but that would be too obvious. |
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Thursday, February 16, 2006
The antibiotics (which I usually hate taking) are kicking in because I was in a lot of pain for about a week. The pain is gone, and if I didn't eat or touch my mouth, I would think that everything is wonderful again. Then, I have to go and TEST it out, just in case I had been dreaming the past couple of years and there is nothing at all wrong with my teeth. Damn! The thing moves. In order to help me through this agonizing reality, I have drawn up this simple diagram of My Mouth (Figure 1). It seems that in the scheme of things, my tooth is merely a microcosm of the macrocosm which is my mouth. It is just part of a whole. It also seems that one silly little tooth missing from this WHOLE MOUTH FULL OF TEETH shouldn't be very conspicuous. It seems so easy to be dazzled by the Multitude. Alas! A tooth missing in the front is like Conductor in front of the Orchestra. You definitely notice his absence. Monday, February 20, 2006 (Presidents Day) They tell me that George Washington had wooden teeth, yet he still managed to be the Father of this Freakin' Country. Still, what kid puts his father on a measly One Dollar bill?
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