Golly, I sure know how to have fun!
I went to the dentist appointment as scheduled to get the gold crown on a molar placed. They tried that a few weeks back and the crown was too short, so they sent it back and had a new one made. The popped off the temporary easily. They place a piece of gauze across my throat and with forceps tried to do a test fit. It slipped out and was a bulls eye for the center of my throat, and I gagged, and swallowed and it was gone babby gone. I could see a panic look in the dentists eyes and she said she would have to go talk the boss.
I felt fine, and had zero issues breathing so I knew it went into my stomach, not my lungs. They insisted I go to the emergency room and get a chest or stomach x-ray. OK, crap.
So I go to the ER that is just three blocks away and pull in to the ER entrance. They want me keys to valet part my car. Nope, not gonna do that. So they point me to the parking garage. I have to go up 4 levels to the top to find a spot, and it is in the far corner.
I hoof it back across the parking garage, through the pedestrian walkway, and talk to a guard. He makes me change my mask to one of theirs. Then I make it through a maze of corners and hallways to find the dentist, and she walks me to the check in. Go through that, and sit and wait.
30 minutes or so later the doc shows up, asks the obvious questions, and orders an x-ray. The x-ray tech x-rays my chest and my stomach. The tooth has passed through my stomach and is in my intestines already. They say it may take two weeks for it to pass, and I know better. I bet 48 hours at the very most. So I get to pan for gold for a while. I think I will put some rubber gloves in the bathroom.
