Monday night I did, in fact, do a full face plant on the sidewalk. I lost half of my incisor tooth (the one next to the two big front teeth). No blood, minimal scraping on my face and just a slightly sore head and neck. Jrex was just relieved it wasn't worse (obviously!). I spent the evening alternating the frozen peas and the frozen corn so I could apply the bag to the whole left side of my face. It worked, I didn't bruise at all.
Tuesday was supposed to be a comp day after I worked 33 out of 48 hours over the weekend. Instead, I woke at 8 AM and started calling dentists to find someone to fix me. I found a woman locally who took my insurance and who had a cancellation. Phew! Three hours later, I had a root canal, a metal post being ordered from the lab, and a perfectly matched temporary tooth. I guess it's a two-stage process from here: in a couple weeks they put in the metal post, then two weeks after that, they cover that with a crown. Each time, the dentist makes a temporary tooth from scratch.
The whole time this was happening I thought about how amazingly blessed and pampered I am: I have a doctor on call to ask if I need to go into the hospital, I have multiple dentists in walking distance from my house, AND I have dental insurance. I thought about the health care bill and how many people might not gain these options, I thought about Haiti where a broken tooth is the LEAST of anyone's worries.
And yet the vain chick in me was SO relieved I didn't have to go into work with a broken front tooth.