I just hope my teeth aren't THAT bad!
*sigh, no, I'm not talking about Alaskan oil...that's right, the dentist. Everything was going along swimmingly, Seattle looms on the horizon, birthday delights, fun adventures beyond that...and then...crippling tooth pain. One of those things is not like the other...one of those things just doesn't belong. So I opened my mouth and there, in the back, hiding in one of my molars, there appears to be a tiny cavity. A cavity that has suddenly and rather obnoxiously reared its ugly and absurdly painful head. I had to cancel my dental appointment today due to a heaping pile of work that threatens to swallow me like a whale does an arrant prophet. Hopefully, I can make another appointment for tomorrow, until then, I'm just dosing up on advil. Am I excited about the dentist? Hardly. I enjoy a good cleaning, but I hate the drill. However, at this point, I just want it to quit that weird, tingly, heavy ache. What irritates me the most is the fact that I take very good care of my teeth, but to what avail!?!? I can only imagine if I didn't.
And speaking of work...this is my daily commute.