I’ve been a walking disaster lately.
My tooth fell out today. Just fell out. Well, I was chewing gum. The screw was intact. It looked like a screw, but in dental-lese, the name is ‘post’. (I had a root canal many years ago. I’ve had many, many root canals.)
I’m toothless in Jackson, waiting to see Dr. Hot Stuff tomorrow concerning meniscus repair, and fortunately my eyes aren’t hemorrhaging today. But I’m scary - dragging my right leg behind me, grinning a toothless grin, and wearing bloodshot eyes. (My eyes aren’t bloodshot, much, today, but visuals make for a better story.) Perhaps I’m a Hunchback of Notre Dame prototype, only with boobs and booty.
I smile toothlessly at my colleague and let her know I need to run to town. Ohhh, she replies, delicately. Bless her heart. It’s ugly. She said it happened to her too. (Someone swallowed her tooth.) I tossed mine in my bag, I whisper to her.
All I can think on the way to town is how much is this going to cost me.
Dr. Nice waited for me, fortunately, as the office was closing for the holiday weekend. He drilled, cleaned, washed, vacuumed, and dried every inch of socket. He then glued my high dollar porcelain crown, post, and all, back in place.
Smoke and mirrors folks, smoke, and mirrors.
We are all the same on the inside. All the same.
I have a heart condition. My heart is what matters. My heart, well, it’s golden. I’m self-aware enough to know this, confident. When I need correction, I’m quickly, speed-lightning fast, humbled. Like that time my tooth fell out.
Always seek a pure heart.
Ongoing.
Keepin’ it real.
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