The tooth? You can't handle the tooth!

Ok, tomorrow is the day. Maybe. When going to the dentist you never know if your problem will be taken care of then and there or if you'll be forced to make another appointment or referred to a 'specialist'.

Used to be that any dentist would be one-stop-shopping but now you have to ask, "Do you pull teeth?" Chances are they don't and you'll have to go to a master tooth-puller to get the deed done.

What a crock.

I hate going to dentists because they always ask that damned question - do you ever floss?! I feel so guilty because I really only floss when something gets stuck! Isn't that what floss is for? Plus there is always pain involved. I don't care how much juice they inject into your tender gums, it's gonna hurt like hell!

My molar has been keeping me awake and away from crunchy things for long enough and it must be dealt with - now! The darn thing broke several months ago but other than worrying the heck out of my tongue, it wasn't causing any major problems. Things have escalated and I'll be in the chair tomorrow morning at 9 am.

I'm not happy about it but I am looking forward to eating nachos again.