Like any responsible adult, I ignored the cavity in my wisdom tooth (or third molar to be medically correct), even after half the tooth disappeared.
I know how it sounds, but I promise it’s true. One day I awoke, and instead of the usual almost-microscopic hole in my top left wisdom tooth, a long-standing and avoided cavity I could rub with the tip of my tongue, was a giant gap.
In place of the little pit was a crater of a tooth, two jagged points with a deep valley in between. The thought of swallowing half of a fully developed tooth is a bit unnerving, to say the least, but alas, I shall never know the true destiny of my inadequate decayed enamel.Read more on themighty.com