Just when I thought things were getting better, crash, Hubby called and told me he had shattered a tooth.
“SHATTERED!? What do you mean shattered?”
“Well, it’s all jagged and missing pieces. But, it doesn’t hurt yet, and the bleeding stopped.”
Very large sigh, “I’ll call the dentist.”
Needless to say (but I will anyway), he is at the dentist. He swung by the house to pick up a check and show me the tooth . . . it doesn’t look good . . . I’m guessing he’ll need a crown and hopefully not much more than that. We have dental insurance, but I don’t know where we are going to come up with our 20% (at the min).