I woke up this morning with a toothache that felt like a mule had stepped on my jaw.
Now, I haven’t been to the dentist in a coupla years, lacking dental insurance, so I know there are cavities lurking, but I do brush regularly and even floss now and again, so I didn’t think it was too bad–I just got on James’s dental insurance, but it’ll be a few more months before anything is actually covered. I figured I could hold out, no problem–I used to go longer than this between check-ups back in college. But this–man. It’s not swollen or inflamed, which is a good thing, and it had been vaguely sore a few days ago, but suddenly out of nowhere, WHAM!
So I’m pretty much useless for anything but laying around and playing Monkey Island 3 and silently cursing the cruel dental gods. Monday I’ll go in and tell them to fix it or fill it or pull it or SOMETHING–I can’t afford it, but I can’t hang on like this.
Teeth are like car transmissions, unfortunately–expensive, and mandatory.