ate my teeth.
You read that right.
He ate my teeth.
My plastic, partial, front teeth that I was wearing until I got my permanent bridge.
HE ATE THEM WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER!!
I flipped out.
No, to be honest, I FLIPPED OUT!!
I am a nurse and deal with the public every day and could not imagine embracing dozens of people ever day without my front teeth.
I cried my eyes out and then I called my mom and cried my eyes out some more and had her crying her eyes out on my behalf.
I am not a vain person, but when it comes to my teeth, I find I am vain.
I found my vanity horror when I realized I would have to face the world without my front teeth.
I called in to work and prayed that my Dentist could help me. I had no idea what she could do because my front teeth were gone.
My dog ate them.
How sad is that?
She took me in and had pity on me by letting me know that dogs eat lots of dental prosthesis because, well, because they just do.
It wasn’t Murphy’s fault. I should have put them away before I got in the shower.
He’s a dog and he does dog things; like eat teeth.
But my Dentist went out of her way to make sure I didn’t go to work the next day toothless.
She went above and beyond.
I have, though not yet permanent, teeth in my my mouth.
My beautiful, permanent bridge will be ready in three weeks.
Until then, I will eat soup and other soft foods while still trying to get enough protein to continue doing Crossfit four days a week.
I thank Jesus for making a bad situation better and will continue to thank Him for taking me through things I didn’t think I could handle.
When someone says to me “you couldn’t possibly understand”, I can say, “Oh, but I can”.