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After spending most of last evening leaning on one hand so as to retain pressure on my jaw without having to think too hard about why I needed pressure on my jaw

After weeping pathetically for a few hours as I cooked eggplant parmesan

After taking two vicodin in the space of 6 hours (not an overdose, by any means, but more than I thought I would take)

... I have a dental appointment in about an hour.

My teeth have always been strong, but this rogue wisdom tooth was apparently made of lesser stuff. It's been slowly cracking into pieces over the last year, and yesterday was the first day I felt any sort of sensitivity.

I am a dental procrastinator, it's true. My simple desire to avoid living through the pain of last night got me calling the dentist, stat. He's leaving for vacation tomorrow, though, for a couple of weeks. The assistant was able to squeeze me in today, which is fantastic, and my boss is totally OK with me leaving work early, which is also fantastic.

What a hell week this has been. Truly.

(OK, it wasn't a wisdom tooth, but a lowly molar. I don't have a wisdom tooth on that side, I guess. Anyway. Ow.)