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Kylie's birthday party was supposed to be this afternoon. It had already been postponed once, because not enough people could come, because her flaky parents were late in sending out invitations. She wanted to have a roller-skating party at the local rink, and I encouraged her to try roller blades instead of the old-style roller skates, because she's been ice-skating for the past year. I was still putting on my skates, and she hadn't been on the skating floor for more than a minute or two, when she came crying back, having fallen on her face. She had a little blood on her lip, but she had broken a front tooth. In half. She was in a lot of pain and distress, because the nerve was gaping exposed, guests were still arriving, and we had to get her to a dentist on a weekend.
The ironic thing (one ironic thing) is that we were expecting to see her regular dentist at the party, as his daughter is a friend of Kylie's. But he was late in arriving, and we'd already reached the emergency coverage in his group practice, and were on our way down to Winchester.
Actually, just about the first words out of Kylie's mouth were "I want to have another birthday party, somewhere else that doesn't involve roller-skating, and I don't want to use that kind of skates ever again in my life." So she wasn't in overwhelming pain, but she knew this wasn't something she was going to brush off in a few minutes.
Anyway, back at the dentist's office, the doctor on call told us thanks for bringing the missing piece, but he wasn't going to be able to reattach it. He needed to paint an anesthetic on the exposed nerve, and that would interfere with bonding the tooth back together. In about a week, she's to come back for a temporary crown. She's going to need a root canal, because the compromised nerve will inevitably die and rot and abcess and all kinds of groovy stiff. The trouble is that root hasn't finished growing, and it needs the nerve for that. So she's going to have to come back every 2-3 months for x-rays, and they'll probably do the root canal in about a year.
She was feeling much better, thank you, by the time we were on our way home. She spent the remainder of the afternoon playing with a couple friends, as if nothing had happened. Although she did remark that this was the worst birthday part of her life, or at least she hoped so. And she still wants to have another one. Without roller skating.
The ironic thing (one ironic thing) is that we were expecting to see her regular dentist at the party, as his daughter is a friend of Kylie's. But he was late in arriving, and we'd already reached the emergency coverage in his group practice, and were on our way down to Winchester.
Actually, just about the first words out of Kylie's mouth were "I want to have another birthday party, somewhere else that doesn't involve roller-skating, and I don't want to use that kind of skates ever again in my life." So she wasn't in overwhelming pain, but she knew this wasn't something she was going to brush off in a few minutes.
Anyway, back at the dentist's office, the doctor on call told us thanks for bringing the missing piece, but he wasn't going to be able to reattach it. He needed to paint an anesthetic on the exposed nerve, and that would interfere with bonding the tooth back together. In about a week, she's to come back for a temporary crown. She's going to need a root canal, because the compromised nerve will inevitably die and rot and abcess and all kinds of groovy stiff. The trouble is that root hasn't finished growing, and it needs the nerve for that. So she's going to have to come back every 2-3 months for x-rays, and they'll probably do the root canal in about a year.
She was feeling much better, thank you, by the time we were on our way home. She spent the remainder of the afternoon playing with a couple friends, as if nothing had happened. Although she did remark that this was the worst birthday part of her life, or at least she hoped so. And she still wants to have another one. Without roller skating.
