amateur dentist
still in York, PA
Holy crap, did i just have a scare.
Grandma and I went to bed around 10:45. I was tidying up and organizing my clean vs dirty vs just purchased clothes and deciding which magazines to bring to my cousin tomorrow when grandma started knocking on the door saying, "I've done something stupid and I need help."
She wasn't kidding.
Although Grandma has a plate on top, she has pretty much a full set of her own bottom teeth. Of course, her dentist told her flossing is the only way to keep them. Grandma listens to her dentist which is fine, except Grandma is thrifty and there was a small piece of dental floss left…
Yep, the small piece wedged itself in between two side teeth. And since she can't see too well, she was having a heck of a time on her own.
So time to play amateur dentist and figure out how to help grandma out. I'm not the best person with medical emergencies – ask the husband. And I never in a million years wanted to be a dentist. Ever. Gross.
But when i realized that the piece was too small and slippery to pull out, toothpicks weren't helping to push it up, water wasn't loosening it and it was too late to call my friend the dentist for advice, i remembered that i had a pair of illegally-smuggled-on-the-plane-into-the-US blunt tweezers in my makeup bag.
The tweezers did the trick. And now Grandma is saying her prayers.
Me too. I'm thanking God that we didn't have to go to the emergency room because grandma got herself all upset and sent her blood pressure skyrocketing (she's been telling me plenty of blood pressure stories). Or stay up all night trying to figure out a solution. (I still might be up all night; I'm all keyed up now.)
Not sure this is a great story to tell around the dinner table. But i have a feeling both the husband and my friend the dentist will get a kick out of it.
Hopefully if Grandma tells her daughters, they will have a sense of humour about it and not completely freak out.
Holy crap, did i just have a scare.
Grandma and I went to bed around 10:45. I was tidying up and organizing my clean vs dirty vs just purchased clothes and deciding which magazines to bring to my cousin tomorrow when grandma started knocking on the door saying, "I've done something stupid and I need help."
She wasn't kidding.
Although Grandma has a plate on top, she has pretty much a full set of her own bottom teeth. Of course, her dentist told her flossing is the only way to keep them. Grandma listens to her dentist which is fine, except Grandma is thrifty and there was a small piece of dental floss left…
Yep, the small piece wedged itself in between two side teeth. And since she can't see too well, she was having a heck of a time on her own.
So time to play amateur dentist and figure out how to help grandma out. I'm not the best person with medical emergencies – ask the husband. And I never in a million years wanted to be a dentist. Ever. Gross.
But when i realized that the piece was too small and slippery to pull out, toothpicks weren't helping to push it up, water wasn't loosening it and it was too late to call my friend the dentist for advice, i remembered that i had a pair of illegally-smuggled-on-the-plane-into-the-US blunt tweezers in my makeup bag.
The tweezers did the trick. And now Grandma is saying her prayers.
Me too. I'm thanking God that we didn't have to go to the emergency room because grandma got herself all upset and sent her blood pressure skyrocketing (she's been telling me plenty of blood pressure stories). Or stay up all night trying to figure out a solution. (I still might be up all night; I'm all keyed up now.)
Not sure this is a great story to tell around the dinner table. But i have a feeling both the husband and my friend the dentist will get a kick out of it.
Hopefully if Grandma tells her daughters, they will have a sense of humour about it and not completely freak out.
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