I can have ice cream. And ice cream. And more ice cream. Normally this would be a great thing to hear your doctor tell you but with a huge gaping hole in my mouth, sensitive to all things cold and hot, I DO NOT WANT ICE CREAM.
I do not want the soft food that I'm ordered to eat. I do not want the chicken broth Rick bought for me. And I really don't want the mashed potatoes that drove to KFC for. Yes it was a nice gesture, but ...
I want my tooth back. I've changed my mind. Cracked or not, I miss it and would rather have THAT pain then THIS pain.
Sigh. Rocky road anyone?