Exhausted this weekend. Didn’t get much down time.
During worship yesterday, after the sermon, I slipped out of the sanctuary to use the washroom. Afterward, upon opening the doors to return to the sanctuary, a man was coming out of the sanctuary at the same time. As a result, the metal door swung open and slammed into my mouth. The impact caused my upper teeth to cut the inside of my upper lip and one of my bottom teeth was chipped off.
Several people who witnessed the accident rushed to my assistance. I was grateful for the water, napkins, and their concern. I couldn’t speak for the first few moments because of the pain (but seeing the blood on my hands, everyone thought I had broken my nose).
In the midst of pain, however, my main fear was what my teeth looked like. Everyone said it looked fine, until my husband saw me and confirmed the chipped tooth (“You’re still hot, don’t worry,” he assures. “At least your upper lip absorbed most of the impact and you didn’t lose your upper tooth.”).
The rest—I leave to the dentist. Hopefully it can be easily repaired (the exasperating thing is that I have as little time as it is—now I have to allocate time to get my teeth fixed).
C'est la vie. No sense in worrying anymore about it.
Now back to the books...
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