Lost, Found and More

Another of my permanent teeth has bit the dust and my bite is feeling the pinch. I know it will never make history, neither will I. On a routine dental cleaning and check-up visit with my new dentist, in Indianapolis, he informed me that everything looked good ,with one exception, my wisdom tooth.

The molar toward the back of my jaw was about to lose its gold crown. The tooth should be removed. I was thinking about pain: headaches, pain killers a myriad of things, including a blood pressure that skyrockets ever time I visit a dentist or doctor and the shiny gold crown shown on the x-ray image on the wall.

I remember the day Dr. Raymond Dennany worked on that tooth and placed the gold crown on 18. He laughed when I told him about my grandmother’s gold tooth and shared a childhood memory. I thought that gold tooth was something special. My little mind treated it like a fine piece of jewelry, like the ring she gave my dad for Christmas.

My eyes were fixed on it often. She always smiled when I helped her with her outside chores. As a kid, I had seen very little gold or silver for that matter. Then I stopped looking for lost marbles and focused on a search for gold front teeth. I was not tall enough or knew much about other, though; I checked my tonsils when they acted up.

Then I found the mother load Fourth of July on a walk with my family to Forest Park. My dad stopped to talk to a friend and neighbor at the end of Elm Street.

I looked up at Manse saw more than one gold tooth looking back at me. When I saw the sun shine down and light up those gold teeth; I told my sweet mom someday she should have one or more of them since she was always visiting Dr. Thacker to have her pivot returned to its proper place.

I would like at least one too. Friday, my erupted tooth crowned in gold was surgically removed in the office of Denise Flannigan DDS PC without event.

Number 18 was carried away along with the only gold crown this aged writer will ever need again. I found those marbles that was mentioned earlier and enough more to fill a fish bowl for my granddaughter when I am gone.

Though I will still worry about losing my marbles one way or the other.

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