Never in forty years...
The other week, my Dad had to go to the dentist about an issue that he's been having with one of his front teeth. The plan was (as it was painful and needed work) to bond it to the other front teeth with a type of brace. This was the cheaper alternative to a fake one and also enabled him to keep his own tooth without need for an implant, or root work being done to his one.
Anyway, he went to the next appointment and later that evening, I was on the phone to my Mum when he returned from the dentist.
He told us that during this appointment (she was due to to the 'brace') that she was cleaning all around it and told him - from looking at the X-ray that he'd had done previously that it was an unusually short root. TEMPTING FATE!
I just knew what he was going to say...
During the cleaning part of the teeth, she accidentally managed to suck his tooth up the air pipe! She said that 'never in forty years of dentistry' had she had that happen!
It took fifteen minutes to retrieve it from the machine and he had to leave there that night with the tooth left behind in a sterilising solution.
Thankfully, she was able to find him a slot just over a day later and the tooth is now clean, back in and 'braced' to the other ones!
How funny!
My response: "Thanks for another blog post!" He, he!
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