I bit on something hard in a sandwich Thursday. There was a loud “crack” like my tooth had broken. Went to the dentist yesterday morning, thankful that they could see me so soon.
It was definitely cracked—completely split in two. It was a difficult extraction that did not end quickly. The dentist couldn’t pull it out no matter how much he jerked and twisted. I prayed fervently as he fought with that tooth.
Finally, he resorted to using an impact tool, then a drill or high-speed cutter, and then a surgical knife. It is now sewn with dissolvable stitches. I was shaking when he was finished.
I thought—I willingly laid on a stretch-chair, let some man I barely know stick needles in my gum, then wrestle, pull, jerk, and cut one of my teeth out, and paid $$$ for the experience. It was all because I knew from a past incident that a cracked tooth can become septic and the pain is way off the scale. All that to say that I recognized a lesson in that experience. Continue reading



