Sep 192013
 

Monday night I cracked a molar.

Apparently I didn’t rinse my vegetables off well enough. There I was, happily eating asparagus, and I chomped down on something that felt like a piece of gravel.

Yeah, it hurt. I said ow. I said a few other things, too.

First thing Tuesday I called my dentist to see if they could squeeze me in. Of course they were closed that day because they were attending a seminar. But my awesome dentist said she would meet me at their office after the seminar was over to take a look at my tooth.

I broke the damn thing right in half. She was able to just pluck the broken piece right out of the socket and pack the hole with medicine. Today I go in to have a crown put on.

I sure wish I had dental insurance.

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