...my dentist.
When a chunk fell out of one of my teeth that had previously had a root canal, I finally sucked it up and called the dentist. I had not been to one in 8 years.
As I he peered at my xrays, I wondered if I might get a small miracle, but it was not to be.
"I expect you know you won't like what I have to say," he mused.
"It's a lost cause, right?" and he said yes, the tooth had to go. I said "Well, it's my own fault."
So I had my first tooth pulled.
Let's just say it's a lot faster than a root canal, and a hell of a lot cheaper, too.
Let's also just say it's good none of you are here, because I am quite tired and grumpy. Excedrin migraine formula works quite well, by the way, but the ups and down as it kicks in and then wears off every six hours is a real bummer.
I can't whine much though, because Sara's husband had three teeth pulled at the end of last week, and I had dinner with a friend who has had three pulled in the past.
However, I will whine a little, 'k?
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