All I want for Christmas is...

a new front tooth?

Have I ever mentioned that I'm cursed with the worst luck EVER?
Well, just in case you dont believe me... I'm going to provide you with a bit of proof.

3 days before Christmas, 4 hours before Amanda's Christmas party... and 1 minute AFTER Alex got to work...


I was sitting on the couch snacking away on some peirogies & glued to Netflix... and all of sudden, my mouth felt really strange...
I scraped my teeth with my tongue & immediately dashed to the bathroom.

And there I was... staring at a toothless reflection.

Yeah... my front tooth broke in half. Now, this isn't the first time this has happened. You see, when I was seven, I smashed my face into a brick wall (remember that bad luck thing I was talking about?) and my front tooth had a huge chunk chipped out of it. My family didn't have the most money growing up... and I was stuck with my "chippy" until the summer before my freshman year of high school. So if you do the math right.. that means that I went through the rest of elementary school & middle school looking like a hillbilly troll. (not my words) But seriously, imagine the names that I was called... and the people who judged me because of it. I was embarassed and upset... I just felt  u g l y  all of the time.

The day my tooth was fixed, I looked in the mirror and smiled... and somewhere in that moment, all the negative thoughts and comments disappeared. Or at least I thought they had...
Every now and then, I dream that my tooth breaks again... and I'm going to be cursed as a "hillbilly troll" forever. I literally wake up in tears from that dream nightmare and just thank god that I have all of my teeth.

So back to present day;
I'm looking in the mirror and realizing that my WORST (maybe not THE worst) nightmare has come true...
and instead of embracing reality... I start slapping myself as tears run down my face... trying to WAKE UP.

It wasn't a dream.

It was real.

It was 2:00

I was home alone.

and

I was toothless.

After trying to call my mom a thousand times... hoping she could help me somehow (I was in a panic state... dont judge me)  I finally called the dentist office. The poor receptionist had NO idea what I was saying... mainly because I was practically speaking a different language.. but she finally put words together and understood that I needed to be seen. She told me to be there at 3 to see if they could do anything for me & that they would be closed the next day until after Christmas.

Well here's the problem... Alex was at work, Amanda was in Albany getting Christmas presents... and I DONT DRIVE.

However, I had a plan!...
I caught a glimpse of a bicycle outside the window... and I was ready and willing to peddle my toothless, crying self all the way to the dentist... no one could stop me.

Buuuut, somehow logic caught up with me and I decided I should call Amanda first. She answered... and I was just freaking out and crying. She said all she heard was,  "waaahamanda, my toothbroke wahhhhalex waah doctor's at 3. can you come? *sniffle*" 
She made it all the way to the apartment & dentist on time. (I love her)

As soon as I got there, they knew who I was and I only sat in the waiting room (with my head covered and crying) for about 3 minutes.
Amanda stayed in the room with me and made me laugh so I could show the world my snaggle tooth. The comfort of knowing it was going to be fixed made me feel a little better.
And the face that the dentist was singing, "All Sam wants for Christmas is a new front tooth..."

3 hours & $500 later...

THEY DID IT! They put a temporary cap on my tooth & my permanent one will be here within the next few weeks.
I'm so thankful that they were able to take me in last minute & fix me up. The cap is BIG... and I feel like I have a toe in my mouth. I now refer to myself as "Nanny Sammy Mcphee" or "Triceratops tooth"... but anything is better than "hillbilly troll"

Post-procedure attempt at smiling... yeah, it wasn't happening.

Oh... and I now talk with a lisp.