March 16, 2010
I swear there is nothing worse than going to the dentist.
Except maybe cockroaches.
Or about cockroaches AT the dentist? That would be my personal hell, hands down.
Over the past year I've had about 8 dentist appointments, which is what you get if you go without dental insurance for 6 years after college. Oops.
I finished my long round of appointments early last month, just in time for our move to New York, where I will most likely be without dental insurance once again.
Little did I know my teeth have some sort of revenge complex against me for neglecting them for so long.
Today I had to go BACK in because one of my little molars was being sensitive to temperature and crunchy things. Boo.
$500, 2 hours, and the promise that I'll be back AGAIN in three weeks, and I was done for the day.
Turns out one of the cavities they filled accidentally cracked my tooth (thanks doc), and not only caused it to decay further, but might have caused nerve damage also.
Nerve damage = root canal.
Here's to praying for no nerve damage.
I hate going to the dentist.