You have no idea what a numb-face I am right now.
Three miserable cavities down. Many, many more to go.
Oh yes. The initial number was seven, but they are spreading – spreading like tweets about “Inception.” This is some kind of mysterious, contagious decay that moves from tooth to tooth, and if I don’t get these fillings, like, yesterday, then my whole mouth is going to fall off.
I had to apply for a CareCredit credit card to cover the cost of this dental work.
I hate it when things feel out of my control – when I’m doing all the right things, being responsible with my health and hygiene and finances, but it doesn’t make a difference. The shaft cometh regardless.
Damn you, shaft.
(And yes, I know – things could be so much worse. I am counting my blessings – and I have more blessings than I have (horrid, rotten) teeth. But I just want to wallow for a second, okay? A GIRL NEEDS THE OCCASIONAL WALLOW.)