NUMBER EIGHT

On Wednesday I fall in the lobby of my building and break my front tooth.

(# 8)

I put my tooth in my pocket.

An ambulance takes me to Beth Israel.

I have my bottom lip sewn up and go home.

On Thursday I go to my dentist on West 68th and Broadway.

It's snowing and slushy.

Instead of canes, I use the rollator.

The dentist bonds a new tip for the tooth. It takes a half hour.

There is no nerve damage.

It looks amazing. I feel no pain.

I sleep.