I did it. I made my appointment for my tooth to be checked. Yes, the tooth that was supposed to be worked on 3 months ago. {ahem}
I've said it before, and my thoughts haven't changed. Last year? They shot enough Novocaine in me to "numb a horse" yet? nothing. Still felt it. Still really, really hurt. I cried. (okay, to be honest I cry every time I go to the dentist. Even before I sit down. I don't even want to know what they have written on my chart- "big baby"?)
Maybe if The Dental Maven was my dentist? Could you make a house call my dear? {Actually, I am not sure about this. She seems kinda lippy.}
And you know? The last time I went to the dentist? I tripped and fell and skinned up the same knee and same wrists that I skinned rollerblading Sunday. On the same week I make a dentist appointment. Coincidence? Unlikely.
The dental assistant who made my appointment was all, "Hi, is this Sara? How are you Sara? Your tooth bothering you? Oh, poor thing! How bad on
a scale of 1-10? Weren't you supposed to be here awhile ago?"
Yes. Bad. Yes. 4, with a half dozen advil a zero, um MYOB.
Then? She laughed at me when I told her I wouldn't sleep all week thinking about the appointment.
All I have to say is, I'm paying, I'll cry if I want to.
In other non mouth pain related stuff, check this out:
Now. I looked up the meaning of ESTRUS. Sick. Sick. What kind of county do I live in?
