God must be looking out for me! A chunk broke off of one of my molars today — but fortunately, it happened right at a time when I was able to make an appointment and see the dentist. And even though it was his day off, he opened the office up so he could fix my tooth! The rest of my week is pretty crazy busy, and if it had happened either then or (god forbid) while I was out of town last week, that might have proved disastrous.

So the only bad news about the whole thing is that I broke it on a crunchy piece of granola, which I really had no business eating! (Since I’d already had a huge breakfast of an omelet, strawberries, and an english muffin)

Of course, the first thing that popped through my head when the fracture happened was “Oh my god, I won’t be able to eat at all today!” Forget the pain, the inconvenience of a dental visit, the cost, etc. I was worried about …FOOD! I mean, I actually started to get depressed, just thinking about it!

In the end, I had nothing to fear. I rode my bike to the dentist, and on the way back I stopped at a bike shop to pick up a part I needed. So by the time I got home, the novocaine had worn off and I was able to pick right back up where I’d left off.

Eating.