I lost part of a tooth last night.
I don’t know if it was a filling, or a crown, or just part of my tooth, but it only took one wrong bite of a handful of Emerald Honey Roasted Peanuts, and now I have only part of a molar, and the part that’s left is jagged and sharp and is shredding my tongue even as we speak.
Which means, horror of horrors, I have to go to the dentist.
I hate the dentist.
Dentists are scarier than clowns. Scarier than the Wizard of Oz. Crazy scary.
So Himself is going to make me an appointment with his dentist, who he says is very cool. Hah. Like that’s even POSSIBLE. He’s also going to go with me. And he promises they’ll give me drugs, which will definitely be required to even get me into the dentist’s chair.
Wish me luck.