Please keep in mind that this was around two months ago or so: I was vacationing in Palm Springs (hello, hello!) along with a handful of my friends. If we don’t end up here, we usually all chip in and rent a house for three or four days. We all work hard and we usually only do something like this on a birthday event or like Labor Day weekend. The latter is much more expensive though compared to a regular weekend when the rates aren’t too spiked… sigh!
It Was All Going Terrific!
The weather was amazing: a bit too hot where it made sense to tan up for 10 minutes in the sun (Note: please always use sunscreen! Your skin deserves to tan, not burn!) and then jump into the pool. Gosh, it would hurt and feel good all at the same time. We brought Sammy, my friend’s husky with us. He’s gorgeous. I love dogs, by the way <3 Of course, when you are in Palm Springs with a house full of guests, what else do you do? Drink, of course! Everyone had pitched in so we had a nice selection of Jameson, vodka, some soda, snacks, and carbs, just in case someone needed food immediately or got sick drinking a little too... "enthusiastically" (haha!) Around 7 p.m., we decided to go hit up a fancy steak house about fifteen minutes away. Of course since we had been drinking, we thought better than to drive and called a Lyft. Sweet! Everything went well. More drinks were ordered, fish and steak and potatoes and asparagus: everything so delicious.
And then, the night took a hideous turn. Actually, I take that back. I will explain in a moment. I ordered a fudge brownie sundae honestly… “to die for” is the only way to describe it. It had almonds in the brownie. During one of the bites I took, I felt something crunch a bit too much… something just seemed “off”, not necessarily painful.
It wouldn’t be until I returned home, two whole days later, that I figured out what happened. I have had dental work done on one of my teeth in the back right; a crown to be specific. I suppose when I bit down on the almond, something went wrong and the crown got cracked or broken or what not.
It wouldn’t be until I went to one of the top dentists in Escondido CA, my second home, that this news was delivered to me.
In fact, my dentist there is excellent! Instead of making fun of me, I was taken care of with care and in a sensitive manner. I have been going to the same dentist for three years and am quite happy there. They listen to my input. They know how fearful I am of dental visits and go out of their way to make me feel comfortable and when it comes to emergencies such as the one I just got done describing, they get me in as soon as possible.
Anyway, that trip is quite a memorable one as my friends tease me about me not realizing I pretty much lost a tooth… until two days later