It is a milestone, a rite of passage. It is no big deal in the catalogue of things that go wrong with the body. I have friend here at the old folks home got four pints of new blood, and I have a friend on line who got a bone marrow transplant. Everyday we hear about family members with tumors, cysts, and other horrors. But I lost part of an eyetooth.
The difference is: it is MY tooth. I have had it since I was six or seven. It has been hollow for some time and my tongue could not leave it alone. The tip of my tongue kept toying with that cavity. Today I found part of it in my corned beef hash. Lucky I didn't swallow it.
What will I do about it? Nothing, unless it hurts. I will join the ranks of snaggle toothed old folks.
Next step is false teeth and I hope to put off that option as long as I can. I will contemplate each milestone as I reach it. It is a pleasant journey over all.