Enamored with Enamel

So, this morning I woke up with something hard in my mouth. Obviously I spat it out and went promptly back to sleep. I forgot about it until about half way through psychology when I discovered that the back of a bottom tooth wasn't nearly as smooth as it used to be. I remembered the hard thing in my sleeping mouth and made some connections. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I believe that somehow, my tooth chipped during the night, wound up floating around in my mouth, and then shortly thereafter ended up somewhere on my pillow, on my bed, or on my floor . . . The only other suggestion I can offer is that a large amount of cement used to hold my former "permanent" retainer in place finally decided to dislodge itself from my teethies. The reasoning behind that suggestion is that on a recent trip to the dentist, I noticed the hygienist scraping those bottom teeth quite vigorously. New dentist, doesn't know my tooth history, thinks they're dirty or something . . . whatever. That is the latest in the life of Lyndi, literally. Back to homework now . . . there's lots of it. :)