Post-Traumatic Dental Disorder

I had two teeth extracted about three weeks ago. My family is traveling during the Christmas break. We’re in an upscale Italian restaurant in Manhattan having dinner with my sister and her family.

After the meal I feel something hard in the area that used to house the two teeth. It feels like a tiny tooth. The family is engaged in several lively conversations. My nephew is discussing how much he loves the latest Coen Brother movie, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. My sister thinks the movie sounds weird. I say at a volume post several glasses of wine, “Speaking of weird it feels like the dentist didn’t fully extract my two teeth.” I open up my mouth and place my finger on the tooth. “I went for a follow-up exam. How did she not see the leftover tooth?”

The couple nearby are glaring at me. They are ready to slug me.

I’m wondering why I haven’t felt this tiny tooth before now. Did it suddenly rise to the surface of my gums?

My sister, who is at the opposite end of the long table, and is also speaking at a mucho vino volume says, “It says here that sometimes bone fragments surface after an extraction. It should resolve itself but if not the dentist can help you with it.”

There’s a row of two-seat tables along the wall by our table. They all hate us.  My son tells me to open up my mouth so he can see. He shines his phone flashlight in my mouth. The entire restaurant is staring at us. We didn’t order dessert.