I give up. I give in. All right, already.
I’m going to the dentist.
We used to go to the dentist twice a year, just like they tell you in hygiene class. Then we lost our dental insurance. Then we went once a year. Then we didn’t. I just forget, okay? So it’s been a little while.
But a few weeks ago, I bit into a Gardenburger which must have still had some of the garden in it, because I got a jolt, and my teeth have been ouchie ever since. Been getting worse instead of better, so I have a dentist’s appointment. Today.
#1 Daughter says the pain I describe sounds like hers when she had to have a root canal, so I’m expecting to get that diagnosis tomorrow. I’m not as scared as I once would have been, because I go to Dr. Rob Mattingly in Corydon, and he’s the kindest dentist I ever had.
He probably won’t do anything tomorrow except diagnose and schedule, although I’m WAY ready to bite the bullet or whatever needs to be done.
Wish me luck!
Oh, I almost forgot: I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today on the topic of Amish Italian.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Give a character a toothache.