Because the next mental picture was me pushing a grocery cart under a bridge wearing rags after handing my dentist a stack of $100-$1,000 dollar bills all tied neatly with a gold bow. Now picture that 8x10 glossy.
When I regained my senses I put the crown in a baggie and then placed the baggie in my money bag. An appropriate placement I would say.
I was feeling sorry for myself so I emailed a friend and told her what happened. She instantly replied that I should super glue it back to the remaining tooth it fell off of. Seriously? Seriously? Now I know she is a redneck. My GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) was screaming inside my head. It was screaming, "Sure, super glue it you idiot. Go ahead so it can fall off in the middle of the night and you will choke to death on it with no one around to give you the Heimlich!!" That did it. There will be no super gluing going on. Maybe if I turn in all the gold teeth I have saved (in my jewelry box) and my set of good silver ware I would have enough to fix the dang tooth. Its only been five hours and it is cutting the underside of my sweet tougue. The one I use a lot everyday. No sense to being angry. It's life is all. I started out in life getting teeth and now I am ending up loosing them. Now if you work for a fancy corporation, who are in cahoots with the medical profession via insurance corps and you would have no problem at all. Maybe I will super glue it after all. Maybe I am a redneck. Nawh. I really don't own anything that is duct taped.