Last night I was looking in the cabinet for something. You know when you don't want anything but still want something. Well I chose a smores poptart. When I bit down I felt pain..stupid, tooth pain. And I am terrified of the dentist...goes back to a childhood thing. But really scared to death.
But I called him this morning at 8:00 and he had me in at 8:30. Well I have a diagonal crack through one of my back molars and I have a matching one up top. I know it comes from gritting my teeth at night and need to get a mouth guard. Now he can fix one tooth since its a new "crack" but the other one am going to have to go to a specialist.
So now I hate dentists and pop tarts!
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