All Cracked Up

Dang it. I cracked my tooth. Broke it, actually. Rats. And get this...I was eating carrots. Sigh. I thought I would be good about my munchies since I have had that weird craving of late for those wafer cookies. Well, that just bit me. I usually buy the baby carrots and then I pick through the different bags for the smallest carrots. I felt the tooth go but thought I just came down crooked. Nope. I think I cracked it. And then I was eating the day after and there it went. I heard a crunch. Ohhhhh ohhhhhh. That did not sound good. Thought I would check on the tooth and felt it. Uhhhh, kinda loose. Oops. There it goes. Wiggled it and half of my tooth is now in my fingers. Well, could have been worse. It broke off on my filling so that half of the tooth just sheered off. Crap. This means another crown and those are not the crowns I usually like to play with. And another unintended expense. I seem to be mellow about it. Growing up, maybe? Ha ha ha...