I tell you what, kids. I don't care how old we get, some days we just want our mommies. My day was yesterday.

Backstory: week before last I went to the dentist and had a filling and a crown done (one on each side! Equal pain!). For a week after, the filling side of my mouth hurt, and hurt, and hurt, but since my dentist had gone on vacay, there was nothing to be done. This Tuesday afternoon I finally got back in to him to have that filling ground down - figuring that was the source of the pain and it would go away.

Tuesday night I was actively fantasizing about pliers.

You guys, I have a lot of pain in my life, major and minor. it's just one of those things you learn to deal with when you have a chronic illness. But tooth pain has me whining loud and fast. I can't eat, I can't sleep. My amazing, wonderful husband actually got up, got dressed, and drove to the Hy-Vee at one in the morning to get some Anbesol to help me. Isn't he sweet? When I finally got to the dentist again on Wednesday afternoon, I hadn't eaten in about 24 hours and I hadn't slept all night and I was miserable and confused and in pain and Mr. PW had to be in class instead of with me so when the dentist told me I needed a root canal I started to cry right there in his chair. I'm only 28, after all. Not a married woman or anything. Sheesh. He patted me awkwardly on the head and sent me across the street to the entodontist.

You guys. I made such an ass of myself in that entodontist's lobby, crying and sniveling and whining about how much I hurt and how hungry I was.  I am such a baby. But I HURT. And then. And then The Tooth God came and made it all go away.

I think I may have a little crush on Dr. Khan. He was handsome and witty and calm, and answered all my questions and then made my pain go away. I can put up with any amount of drilling once I'm numb, and he numbed me up to the tune of eleven shots and then in 15 minutes it was all over and I was sent on my way with wonderful painkillers and antibiotics. Tell me that you wouldn't fall in love with someone who fixed your toothache.

In the span of two weeks, I've had a crown, a root canal, and two fillings, and I'm going back for a third tomorrow. I've spent a full grand on my teeth, and it's not even February 15 yet. I'm pretty sure I want to crawl into a corner and moan for a while.

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