I remember distinctly that I was complaining some few months back that I have nothing more to share with you guys. I have pretty much exhausted all my material. But sometimes, you got to hand it over to the Universe, you can’t really say that she’s not listening. (I figured out that the Universe is a girl). I bet she said that, well — you asked me for a material for that danged blog of yours. I am giving you a material you will never forget.
Earlier, I was eating the soft style pizza from Figaro along with my good friend A when I heard the soft crack of a broken enamel plus the distinct feeling that I have just lost my front tooth. Panic started creeping in, along with my desire to start bawling when I realized that there were something in my mouth that sure felt like my teeth.
I discreetly pushed the offending thing on the tissue that I had and out came broken chunks of tooth, along with my pride. I am now officially missing parts of my two canine teeth and I am not even 65 years old! I lost big chunks of the tooth along with whatever remained of my pride and ego.
I can’t even imagine to tell you how embarrassed I am to be at mid-age yet still have the dental IQ of an eight year old child. I swear to God that I brush my teeth, I floss, I mouthwash and even short of having my teeth have its own CIA agents to baby sit them. To be blunt about it, I am not remiss in my duties. But I really have a very lousy luck.
I tried holding on the tooth but I figured what for? It’s not like I can grow them back by epoxying them on my poor molars. What makes me even sadder and hence, more embarrassed than what I really was is because my profession calls that I look like a decent human being with a nice set of working chompers. Plus, I don’t want to be know as that “toothless PR girl from my company. I am all for branding people but I don’t appreciate being called a toothless, heartless bitch 🙂
Logic dictates that I must soon visit the dentist and have these babies pulled out.