Whilst I was in Kazakhstan, I loosened a tooth. It was a front tooth. I was eating Solyanka and drinking Vodka with a local or two and I caught one of my front teeth top with my front teeth bottom. Result? Loose tooth.
I got back to Seoul last Friday and with translator in hand, went to the dentist. Seems tsk tsking is the same in all languages. After prodding and poking as dentists have a want to do, he then started messing with the tooth.
“Ow” says Thomo. “What did he say” asks the Dentist. “Ow” says the translator. “Oh” says the denist.
So, tooth and Thomo were separated as the tooth had fractured. The dentist tried to glue the tooth back in but today it came out again after eating cheeseake of all things.
Result? Well Thomo is back to the dentist tomorrow so we shall see. Otherwise I shall need to learn to smile on the left side of my mouth only. 50 and he has finally lost a tooth.
Update from Early April
I have now been crowned. I went to a dentist in Bangkok whilst travelling and have had the tooth replaced as part of a crown. Smile is even again 🙂