While working on Monday, I made a cup of tea, and on opening the fridge for the milk, I saw the chocolate bar sitting there. I thought “one piece will do no harm”.
Which is how I ended up, first thing Tuesday morning, having two broken teeth extracted at the dentist. My teeth were no match for cold-hardened chocolate!
To be fair, one was already partly broken – a tooth that was mostly filling, the side broke away a good few months back. The plan had been to get it fitted with a post and crown, but I hadn’t gotten around to it. The tooth immediately behind it appeared to have simply split in half – again, it had been filled, and was obviously weaker than I realised.
Anyway, the good news is that they are molars, and not incisors or canines – thus although you can see the gap if I smile wide enough, it is not completely in your face (or my face, for that matter). I now have to wait for a minimum of 8 weeks for the gums to heal, and then we can look into having a bridge made.
Probably the most expensive bit of chocolate I have ever eaten.