Well, one tooth less anyway.
A few weeks ago one of my molars started to ache. Not enough to cause issues, so I didn’t do anything about it.
Until last Thursday night. It hurt so bad I almost went to the emergency room.
Instead, I took both Tylenol and Advil which took me through the weekend (my dentist is closed on Fridays).
I was able to get in the next Monday.
Turns out the tooth was cracked, so he referred me to an endodontist to get a root canal. Two days later, I went in only to find out that a root canal was unfeasible, because the crack went too deep.
So I was referred yet again to an oral surgeon to extract the tooth.
But the earliest appointment available was July 17, well over a month later. They did, however, put me on a cancellation list.
I gave them until early this morning waiting to see if a cancellation came available.
Since I heard nothing, I searched the dentist that had extracted one of my wisdom teeth almost 20 years ago. Surprisingly, unlike every other dentist in my area, they are open on Fridays.
I called them at 8:06 hoping they had something early next week.
The receptionist asked, “Where are you from?”
An odd question, but I told her.
“We have an opening at 8:20.”
I paused. “Today?”
“I am on my way.”
I made it to their office at 8:22.
At 9:10, said tooth was removed.
As I paid (happily!), the receptionist asked what my plans were for the rest of the day.
“I’m going to grin through the rest of the day.”