I hold his popcorn responsible for part of my weight gain (always his fault) because it is so awesome. It not the healthy air-popped stuff, it is the real deal made on the stove with real oil and real butter. We got into a bad habit of having it every night. We were like crack addicts looking for a fix when 8pm rolled around. Finally, we had a come to Jesus talk about breaking our addiction to this treat because the needle on the scale was going the wrong direction. We acknowledged we had a problem and we have slowly been weaning ourselves. We gave in last night and dove into our washing machine sized bowls.
I made a deal with myself that I was only going to have a couple of handfuls. After my first four handfuls, I promised myself I would not eat more than a third of the bowl. Okay, half of the bowl. I finally settled on leaving a few kernels (the unpopped ones). Just as I was getting to the final fist fulls..... that is when it happened....Divine intervention. I dropped the popcorn immediately and ran for the bathroom.
I thought I had a hull stuck in my tooth or gum, but some thing felt really wrong. I was hoping and praying that a little floss would take care of the problem. I looked in the mirror and my eyes widened with horror.... I realized that half my tooth was GONE!!!!!!! The worst part about it is that as I was inhaling the popcorn, I must have SWALLOWED my darn tooth (I am not going to look for it...eeew).
I started FREAKING OUT! Chubby Hubby sprinted to my side to see what happened and his eyes got really big. Then my wonderful, supportive husband (sarcasm) started on about root canals, bridges, drills, and fake teeth. I don't remember much after that except a string of expletive words that I mumble on my way to bed.
This is quite traumatic for me. I am quite OCD about my teeth. I have had braces twice as an adult just because one tooth was "not quite right". I brush and floss and I am very proud of my minimal cavity record (only a couple very minor ones). My discussions about drugs with my children involve showing them photos of meth mouth. I mourned when I found out that my oldest needs to visit an orthodontist because his teeth will require quite a bit of work and I found out he is missing one of the permanent adult teeth (Genetic...but not from my gene pool!). Anyway, I think you get the point that I like my teeth and I am not taking this real well.
I called the dentist last night and left a frantic message. I promptly started calling their office at 7:30 (they open at 8AM). I finally got someone on the phone and told them who I was and why I was calling. The woman on the phone started laughing and stated that she received my
I am a huge believer in signs and this sign was loud and clear that I should never eat that popcorn again. Message heard. I also like to find silver lining in stories and this story has one as well...Since eating is a bit challenging now, perhaps I will lose some additional pounds.