I got a call from the school nurse today. My little one has bitten into
his
snack and almost lost a tooth. He was on the verge of hysteria because 1)
It
really hurt and 2) He lost his last tooth at lunch at school and swallowed
it.
So, I picked him up at 10:20AM. We came home, he wouldn't open his mouth,
he
wouldn't let me look and I didn't even know what tooth it was. He went
into
the bathroom and tried to "rinse" it out. Just filling his mouth and
spitting the water as hard as he could past the tooth. Hey, it was a
plan.
But it didn't work.
He told me, very seriously, "I need to go to the dentist."
Now, our dentist is almost an hour away and he doesn't work on Mondays or
Tuesdays. But...right around the corner is a dentist that used to ride my
school bus when I we were kids. He was older and we didn't actually know
each other, just saw each other on the school bus.
So I took a chance and called his office. No, completely booked she told
me.
I said, "Look...this will only take a second. He *will* let the dentist
touch it." So, she took my number and called me back. She had checked
with
the next patient coming in and she was willing to wait an extra five
minutes.
So we went, he squirted a little anesthetic spray on the tooth, yanked it,
cleaned it and put it a little box shaped like a tooth that my little one
could wear around his neck. We were back home by 11:20AM, tooth on neck.
And no charge for the appointment.
Beat that, city folk.
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