OK... odd title. But she provided half of my genetic material and while I have not suffered from many of her bad genes (yet), I did inherit her teeth.
My mother had a mouthful of crowns and bridges. She could break a tooth at the strangest times and on the oddest food. She was best known in our family for breaking teeth on soft food, like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Several years ago I used to assist in the planning of a bus trip to various fun locations with a bunch of fun ladies. I broke a tooth while in Myrtle Beach on a shrimp po' boy sandwich. I also broke one while on a trip to the Outer Banks with a smaller group.
Over the last month or so I have been feeling the twinges while chewing that were indicative of a tooth preparing to break. I am planning another trip to the Outer Banks with my friends, so I figured that I would probably end up breaking it while I was away.
To my delight, I will not be doing that. Instead I broke my lower right molar on a Sausage, Egg and Cheese Biscuit this morning at home. Did not feel it break but rather found the tooth piece rattling around in my food. The open section of the tooth is a bit sensitive but not unbearable. I will have to shift my chewing back to the left side of my mouth.
But at least I can head to the OBX knowing that I will not be breaking that tooth while I am away!
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