Waaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!

I chipped my tooth on a frying pan.

Yeah. That's right. I chipped my freaking tooth on a freaking frying pan. Now, I feel I should mention, that I have a fear of bad things happening to teeth. Bad stuff like teeth getting knocked out, or falling out, or getting chipped. It's probably similar to the way some people have a phobia of spiders or creepy-crawlies.

So, this evening, I was trying to get a wok out to cook some dinner with. The wok was waaay in the back of the cabinet, and so I was holding a bunch of pots, pans, lids, etc. I then lose my balance, and as my butt went thunk on the floor, a frying pan I had been holding went thwack on my tooth. I sat there on the ground, then slowly came to the paralyzing realization that there was something wrong. I yelled for J to come and take the pans off of me, then I reached into my mouth and came out with a chip of enamel. I was okay for a little while, and then came the freak-out. I started crying and breathing very heavily, by which I mean mildly hyperventilating. I went to the bathroom and started spitting out the rest of the tiny bits of my tooth that had cracked off. J started to get worried at this point, and I asked him to get me a glass of water. I rinsed my mouth out a few more times, just to be sure. Sure of what, I don't exactly know. You see, the little piece of enamel that had chipped off was really not that big. And the bits I had to spit out were really tiny. Anyways, J was kind enough to call the dentist for me to find out what we should do, and now, a few hours later, I'm more or less calm. Except that I can feel the jagged edge of my top left second-from-the-front tooth. And the layers of enamel. And it feels that more can break off at any second...

*deep, cleansing breath* *deep, cleansing breath* *deep cleansing breath*

Needless to say, I'll be calling the dentist bright and early tomorrow morning.